It is three o' clock. I am not even supposed to be here. Here in this old elevator. It is three o' clock, and my co-workers aren't wondering where I am. If it wasn't for the sound of my faint breathing, they would have filled up that cubicle long ago. If it wasn't for the work I did, day in and day out, extension 342 would lead to a completely
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still, very good.
you should separate paragraphs though
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on a side note.. all beer tastes like piss :)
have a great weekend
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