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05-16-2007, 07:22 PM
I am happy I can play, but if you are going to be like that, I may leave.
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"Late again, Kayla," Natalie, my boss, yelled. Several customers looked at us to see what was going on.
"I know," I said, hanging my head. "It won't happen again."
"Very well. Please operate the friers," she crossed her arms and went back into her office. It had become a game to actually see how many drops of boiling oil would burn me.
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