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| . | My last name? My last name!? Why should I give you that?
Still, she screamed at me. "What's your last name!?" Well. "I'm not going
to give that to you! How about that!" "Well, how about you giving me your supervisors phone number. How about that!" She pigheadedly said. I was shaking nervously and slightly uncontrollably. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was speaking up to one of them. I was speaking up to one of the pig-headed twerps that seem to always frequent the prescription counter. I was at the point of no return. I was on a different plane. At this point it was only forward and nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. Not my job, my salary , my bills, rent. Nope. I would finish this to the end no matter the consequences...... |
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