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The men rushed toward the open door. “Not so fast, fuck-os,” she said. Annie was a small woman, no more than five-foot-three with most of her weight in her disproportionate breasts, of which she often complained gave her backaches.
On the pod today are two of Himmel’s good friends who make up what they call The Brain Trust and Hall calls The Real Housewives of Marco Polo. So much overtalking!!
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He sat across from Director Wallace at a white table. Between them was a bowl of individually wrapped mints. This offended him more than the hood. Torture should not involve mints. It suggested customer service.