Ann discovers her break lines have been cut.
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| What the fuck...? Dammit! | |
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| Hey Andrea, can you come pick me up? That fucking warwolf cut my breaks. | |
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| Ugh really? He stole my stapler today too! I'll be right there. | |
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| So basically, you're saying a warewolf tried to kill you....and stole a stapler from your friends desk? | |
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| I'm also pretty sure he's responsible for my grandmothers glaucoma. If that helps.. | |
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