Three more stoves are done, I don’t really care who gets them. First come-first served, I guess.
I figure there’s only enough parts to make two more.
Alex,
How’s it feel to work for your girlfriend?
Private to Alex:
Seriously though, you’ve been quiet. What’s going on?
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Private:
Fucking Axel Palmer. Just when I thought everything was going to be ok, he had to go and show up here. I should have known.
Whatever. He’s not my responsibility.
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Eileen, you got a minute?