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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Oh no!
Just as I thought that I was going to lead a boring 3 weeks, sleeping and building muscle mass the horrible calls of the siren in the form of the district manager asking for a favour conspire to destroy happy, boring-away from work bliss!
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