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I dare you
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Come over to my cube one more time, you whiny little bitch, and I'll smack your head so hard your hair-coloring will come right off. I know our jobs suck. I know our manager is a dick. I don't need you to come over and bitch about every little thing that he asks you to do and every little problem you encounter. If you would just shut the fuck up and do it instead of making the rounds to tell every person in our group how ridiculous this request is, you'd be fucking done and could put it behind you. How the hell do you manage to get nothing done all day and keep your job?
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