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Darby's journal: Today I worked the drive-thru.
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| Here's your burger and fries, sir. And I remembered to hold the pickles, just like you asked. 'Night. | |
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| I'd like to hold your pickles, Darby. | |
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| Um, since I'm the night manager and all, I'll need you to make sure the bathrooms are all cleaned up, Ramona, you know, before we close and all that. | |
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| I'd like to make sure YOU'RE all cleaned up after we close and all that. | |
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| I see what you're doing, turning everything I say into something vaguely sexual, but I must say, I'm not interested in your advances. | |
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| This one is going to be a little more difficult than the first two, but...um, OK. I'd like to advance YOU. Not my best innuendo, but, hey, you work with what you get. | |
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