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| What are you thinking on your first day in a new job? Excuse me, Sir. Sorry for tripping under your feet. I feel like I'm always in the way. I'm new here. There you go again with your big shoes kicking my face in the dirt. They say one day I'll be bigger than you. Just you wait, I'll pound your face in, little tosser. I bet you're impotent. I bet your children are machines. What's that? Pardon me? Yes, that's right, I'm new here. "Yes, it is my first day" I giggled. Who the fuck giggled then? That wasn't my voice, it was so soft. I'm not camp, I don't want to offend you by not sounding intimidated. I call you "Sir", you think you're my king, I think you're a big, sweaty, fucking berk. Wow, I'm so impressed with you, Mr. 19 year-old computer producer. You have a futuristic-sounding product, you use complicated language and you'll be so happy, won't you. Your mother is proud of you. Your sister suffers in your shadow. You boring little boy. I laugh at your jokes, I don't understand them. I'd hate to be you. I love Kate Moss. Invisible index. |
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