Today at the office, an elderly, large, male volunteer who puts in more hours than the regular staff, was skipping around the second floor whistling the tune of "Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead
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Yeah, which is too bad, because he was usually a fun guy to talk with. Don't know what spoiled the chemistry between him and the gal that left. Oh well, now I'm out and won't know what's going on there any more.
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