Sadness. Great sadness and despair.
Today is a day that will live on in infamy through the rest of Pedro's life.
Cheryl left the center.
The only hot girl who works here willing to wear low-cut tops has now vanished from my life. There's a couple other women here, even some ssssssmoking older ladies. But despite their hotness, and even though one of them has a fondness for tight pants over an ass befitting an eighteen year old, they dress more professionally. No loose shirts. Boo.
Au revoir, Cheryl.
Your new co-workers had better appreciate your sweater puppies as much as I did.