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Today is the Monday of Bad Smelling Lunches.
I don't know exactly it's supposed to be, but you can smell it all over the whole floor. Smells like microwaved cat. Or at least, what I imagine microwaved cat smells like. And somewhere, that sentence just made a baby cry.
The Network Gnomes are out to get me. Nothing wants to work for me today.
I don't know exactly it's supposed to be, but you can smell it all over the whole floor. Smells like microwaved cat. Or at least, what I imagine microwaved cat smells like. And somewhere, that sentence just made a baby cry.
The Network Gnomes are out to get me. Nothing wants to work for me today.
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