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all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man
Last holiday card finally - FINALLY - signed and out the door. They may not get mailed before the new year, but dammit, I did my part. I'm ignoring the little voices floating names of people I don't recall seeing in the stacks, as well as the ones calling for a nasty, murderous end to my assistant as a result.
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Why was I born with such contemporaries?
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