Max stared at the wall. He threw the chewed paperclip into the plastic cup and picked up a fresh one. 'How many is that?' Darcy asked from across the cubicle divide. 'Ten.' Max answered, putting the new paperclip between his teeth. 'You're not functioning well today.' 'A-ha!' Max shouted and spat out the paperclip. Leaning … Continue reading DYSFUNCTIONAL