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- - Come in, please sit down, don't mind the bell, I'll tell you about it in a minute. Here, put this cushion behind your back. N...

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- - The best most amazingly wonderful boss I ever had was a mathematics professor named Ed. Once he tore off a strip of paper, twisted it an...

- - Oh I loved my birthday weekend, thank you so much for the wishes you sent, which started it off very happily. I meant to write in that l...