Work won't stop coming, and people won't stop asking for "just a minute" of my time, despite my strong hints that I'm already busy as hell. My cubemate, Beverly, says, "All these people coming up to us for stuff, and we're all, 'Good luck!'"
"I know how to keep people off," I say. I grin crazily and draw my thumb across my throat.
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