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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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05.22.01

Today, at work, this urge quakes within me; I wanted to dispense debilitating civility and tell everyone exactly what I think of them.

Of course I don't. Ever the good girl, I repress the notion and, instead, write this missive, a transmission of intention crippled before conception, accompanied by a soundtrack of so many office noises, steel and plastic punctuation, mice chattering to themselves.






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