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October 20, 2004
omigodshutupshutup
The temp who is working as the receptionist in Girl-E's office has literally been talking for seven straight hours about his every thought, action, emotion, exclamation, apprehension, and superstition throughout the ALCS. No matter how things shake out tonight, tomorrow is going to be like a soul-purging retreat in the woods without food or water or receptionist muzzles (if he even shows up for work).
Posted by The Twins at October 20, 2004 04:48 PM
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