"You had a vein throbbing in your temple, and you just kept saying 'No, no, no,' over and over," she continues.
"Yeah, it was pretty bad," I say. "But then my boss said it was okay, and I guess it was, after all."
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
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