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| Dad, I thought of something a minute ago. How come you don't go to work anymore? | |
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| Well, you see, Josh, it's a very interesting story. A man came into my office one day, and he took my placard off of my desk and held it in his hand. | |
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| Then he threw it in the trash can, and turned to me and said, "This is my office now!" | |
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| Dad, that's not right! You should have done something about that! | |
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| I would have, but he was one of those big, muscular guys, so I didn't think I could take him. It didn't help that his father was the C.E.O., either. | |
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