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| ...So I finally find the damn building and go through another security maze--don't say it! | |
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| End up in the clerk's office, arguing with a bitter old lady who couldn't tell I was confused about everything and actually needed help. | |
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| Did you stomp all over the punk-ass bitch? | |
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| No, I wore a bad choice in footwear and after all that walking I couldn't wait to sit. | |
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| I told you the dominatrix gear wasn't appropriate courtroom attire. | |
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