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[just sitting on her bed, because yes she decided to bring it and the pillow might have tear stains on it but hell if Fumie would admit it. Her hands are clenched and she is without her glasses]

[hits the bed] That's it! I'm going to get back at him! I don't care how long it takes! He's going to regret that! ['hmphs' and kicks her legs back and

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[looks up and nods] Hey, Boss.

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[tilts her head back] Uhmmm, Italian? That's usually pretty good.

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Hmm, it should be Italian, too. Do they have good desserts?

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I think I've had ice cream of that! It's really good.

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That's not a lot of trouble, is it?

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[smiles] All right! I'm pretty hungry, too. Being upset is way too tiring. It's much easier to be happy and enjoy a nice meal.

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[pauses; she could tell him and probably get her glasses back but Sam and Gene aren't getting along as it is. She'd rather them get along than fight. Besides she can get her glasses back on her own]

Ahh, don't worry, boss. I can handle it! By tomorrow everything will be fine.

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[looks down, smiling] A-ah, I will, Sam.

[needs to regain her 'rawr I'm awesome' attitude] That goes for you, too! We're friends and teammates! So when you need cheering up, tell me.