"Someday," thought Vicki, "I'm going to be a modern Executive Secretary just like Roz!""Dammit," thought Roz, "If that baby dyke doesn't stop giving me the stinkeye, it's gonna take me 'til Thursday to finish that Bastard McCrae's dictation. I swear if she doesn't back off, when I finish with the lips I'm gonna throw that mug at her."
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