Work, work, work! That's all I'm good for, aren't I?
Primus, I hate this job sometimes. If I'm not stashing away unsold Christmas merchandise, I'm stocking up Valentine's stuff. All this pink is making me sick! And the girls I work with! Ugh, it's like being stuck with Elita and Arcee for monitor duty back home. Nothing but "Oh, Monica, what are
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