Zoe asked me for the cardboard box on my desk. The box is full of crap, so I said no, but maybe later. She wants the box to store her CDs. I told her that the box is the wrong size for CD storage. Zoe proceeded to give me a bunch of guff. Insolent! No box for Zoe!
And now she's pulling hairs off Annette's Felix. Because that's what bookkeepers do.
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Speaking of Annette, she just called me from the enchanting dark wood interior of The Sample Room. She said fellow diners Lenny and Carl wish you well.
Again with The Sample Room. The Sample Room does not exist. NB: I will crush you.
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