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Jeff has a confession to make...
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| Thanks for meeting me here, Stacy. | |
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| No problem, Jeff, what's up? | |
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| I'm not really a T-shirt salesman. I was just really attracted to you. | |
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| Kind of figured as much. So what do you do? | |
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| I work in a cubicle. Doing meaningless things that look important and that no one knows what I'm talking about. Sort of like that guy Chandler on that TV show...you know the one I'm talking about. | |
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