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By means of The Window

John tossed his jacket more than the back of the couch as the front doorway to his apartment slammed driving him, "Fucking boss" he muttered as he loosened his tie and kicked off his footwear, "You would feel I was nothing at all but his goddamn lap pet, managing all over the city just to go over up all of his screw-ups." Opening the fridge, John grabbed himself a beer just before turning on the […]

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