According to the explanation I have received, you will now leave your voice on this machine. Maybe I'll even give it back when I'm done listening.
Kiss kiss.
Or you can just contact me on a distaff thread which will be much quicker than this bloody thing.
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Standard 'don't sue me' disclaimer )
"Hi. Karla. It's, uh, 'Dite." Pause, then a deep breath. "First off, I know 'I'm sorry' isn't really going to cut it, but I am. Sorry. And I wanted to say that. So . . . yeah.
"Listen, I know you're mad, and I don't blame you. I screwed everything up. So, if you -- if you don't want to work at the store any more, I get it. That's fine. I'll forward your last paycheck to you, and you won't even have to come in for it." Pause. "Although, if you want to . . ."
She sighed. "Just let me know what you decide, okay? Thanks.
"And Karla? I am really, really sorry."
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