I'm heading up to Jason's after work to help with a few last minute things. He always puts so much into everything he does, so the least I can do is reduce his expense on getting someone plastered.
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Despite all this, I somehow hit a warp zone and made it to work fifteen minutes earlier. Now that I'm here, I find that my box of green tea is empty and someone took all my Bic G-2's. Time to raid the supply room. Unfortunately, though, I don't think the gas station across the street carries Celestial Seasonings...
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