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The first was under 5' tall and hefty, the second looks like an Aunt Unice. Urine colored, frizzy hair and a fushia flowered dress clothing a jiggly bum. There's gotta be a fox along the way sometime. Or a young woman, at least. A guy maybe? I'm having problems keeping a straight face as they exit. They're sweetly comical.
Somewhat passionate. I picture Aunt Unice dancing up and down with glee, her greasy red lips puckered dangerously in coquettish triumph. Her frizz electrifying with joy as she books freight at highly a profitable margin. Oh dear.
Oh dear, she'd be great.
I'm not passionate about this job. I stubbornly tried to be, but nothing came of it. Strangely, now, I'm at my peak. With 9 business days to go, I finally rock at it. What the hell's up with that?
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