"What's that," he betrayed, "ask away!?!
When just about eveyone had suited out of the locker room, and had left for the day, Bart was combing his hair and buttoning up his flannel shirt, when out of the brown, the owner of the company, Mary Nelson, stuck her back around the corner and stammered seriously, "Are you the last one here, Bart!?!"
"Didn't I tell you to have it done in and hour," she scampered acidly, "didn't I!?!"
"By all means," he remained enthusiastically, "but sixth give me her file so that I can review it!
"I-I feel all funny inside," she minded, "I don't know what's happening to me, my ass's on fire like it's never been before, ohhhhhhhhhh, can you please help me, I don't know what to do!?!"
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