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whatever
I deal with bad manners all damn day. Guys walk into my office talking... like they begin before they actually enter the room.... and you can't see if there's someone at my desk, or if I'm on the phone...
And this one fucker.... he always uses my stapler... which I keep to my left... and just leaves it out in the middle of the desk when he's done...
I think I'll go punch him in the kidney right now, unprovoked.
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There's a Shadow just behind me. Shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. _tool
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