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So I didn't go. So I didn't go to the christmas party after all. Mark did. That's right, Mark went to my company's christmas party, and I didn't. He went with the girl I was training for work today. I don't know if he asked her if he could go, or if she asked him if he would go, but either way, I decided not to go. Free alcohol... I didn't want to be associated with him around my co-workers. I would be ashamed to admit that I live with him amongst them. Thanks, Mark. Merry fucking christmas. Later Old Stuff  |
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