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Hey, wait . . .
Well that’s a given. Reach, my friend, dig deep!
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Grrrrrrrrrr. You’re not trying hard enough.
Wow, good point, but you may have missed out on the special notice I sent you. You have front of the line privileges indefinitely . . .
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That’s her first mistake, expecting love where only lust exists . . .
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I think I’ll assign you a special queue all of your own in a different city at the rear of the wrong building at a sealed-off door that leads to nowhere . . .
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We‘re not going to be subjected to another one of your crying jags, are we? Grrrrrrrr.
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Yeah, right. You’re just angry and bitter because your application was shredded during the first round due to your history as a tilde-napper. Meanwhile, the rest of the ladies are lined up around the block. So long, Sour Grapes!
(Oh, by the way, reported.)
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Grrrrrrr. You tried to poison me on top of being a tilde-napper? It’s a good thing I didn’t handle the paperwork myself, I have people who do that for me.
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Er, um, that’s not related to official business here at work, it’s a little sideline operation that I handle off-duty, and I have a separate admin staff to process the paperwork. Please don’t bother yourself with it. (Cough, cough.)
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