Him: "blah blah blah, now it's ours" in reference to something in the kitchen to a fellow employee.
Me (Over hearing this, and interrupting): No milk will ever be, our milk.
Him: But they donst gotsta know about it.
And bam! Back there again.
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Well, I suppose I love him too.
I miss you and can't get in touch with you because I dropped my phone in the sink. E-mail me and I'll send you my temporary number!
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