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Owie
Clearly whatever bright bulb thought up the Death of a Thousand Cuts spent far too much time filing. What the hell happened to the paperless office, anyhow?
On the other hand, people keep plying me with chocolate, so I guess I'll let them live.
/goes off grumbling to look for more bandaids...
On the other hand, people keep plying me with chocolate, so I guess I'll let them live.
/goes off grumbling to look for more bandaids...
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I should turn this tangent into an LJ entry.