Work was ruthless. When i got there i was already in a foul mood. Abbey (my manager) was talkin to some friend of hers for 45 minutes. Amongst their chatter, she was talking about losing her paycheck. She said that she'd even asked Spidy if he'd seen it, who'd stayed there for the past three nites...i remembered how she'd come into work Monday
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You'll be fine. You're too glorious not to be. It's in the stars, you just have to wait your turn.
Transia my dear, Transia.
This too shall pass.
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sic transit gloria mundi
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