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[wickedflea]

Eleven-hour workdays reek of peenis. But oh well, at least I can go on my little interview trip knowing that I have everything done that I'm supposed to at work.

Margaret lent me her lucky rock. She thinks it's actually a petrified clam and swears it contains magic. I ain't gonna argue with the woman.

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[motherevol.livejournal.com]

M'kay, I'm sure this isn't the first nor will it be the last time a woman lets you borrow her magical clam.

Tell me something, is it bearded?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I knew you would ask that. ;)