16.6 Sparks
He was ten minutes late. FuckIt wasn't a hangover--if he had one, he didn't notice it--and he hadn't overslept. He'd left enough time, the way he always did, to drive to the office, providing for difficulties with traffic... And for all of that, he'd still been fucking delayed, because some jackass had gone and gotten himself into a head-on
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I <3 Roma! OMG, this is perfect! I've worked with people like this and invariably ended up wanting to break furniture over their head.
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