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| Harold, today is a particularly significant day. I'd like you to circle it on your desk calendar. | |
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| Happy birthday, Mr. Thompson. | |
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| No, no ... not THAT significant. It's August 8th. Eight, eight, o-eight! Perfectly symmetrical dates like this only come around once every thirteen months! | |
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| Wow. I suppose I don't put enough thought towards such trivial bullshit. That really DOES make it a special day. Mind if I take the rest of the afternoon off to celebrate? | |
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| Absolutely not. Mind if I bitchslap you for being a sarcastic little prick? | |
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