...sure we had some good times... sure you saw me safely to my door with only the one heart wounding moment... sure you brought a large swath of jolly new pals my way... sure... yeah... all this is true... but... it's over, you hear? OVER! I just can't see you in my future anymore... clear your desk... and jog on
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Cheery Yeary Mick. Hope the door doesn't hit that bright-eyed fellow in the arse on his way out...
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