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Tuesday afternoon, 3.00 . . .
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| Eugh. I thinki just chucked my guts up!! . . . groan. | |
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| JONES!! why weren't you at work today? | |
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| Sorry, boss, i'm not feeling too great . . . I phoned in sick . . . | |
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| NOT GOOD ENOUGH JONES!! YOU ALREADY USED UP ALL YOUR SICK DAYS!! | |
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| GRRR . . . Okay then, hang up and i'll call in dead?! | |
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