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Christmas Overtime
It was done. I mashed the export button then slumped over my office desk glad I was finally free from this hell. “Fucking finally!” I groaned and from the opposite side of the desk I heard a giggle. “I guess that’s us then.” I pushed myself up and looked over my monitor at my co-worker Karen. It was eleven fucking PM on Christmas Eve yet she looked as fresh as a daisy in her tidy white blouse while I looked like a half-Japanese zombie. “How do you do it?” I groaned. We both had been roped by...
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