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Just once, Kay thought as she finished off the bourbon that she often wished would actually dull her senses enough to allow her to do her job in a completely vegetative state for once, I'd like to get a John who isn't a doughy, sweaty momma's boy with so many issues that he can't even ask for what he really wants from the girl he just paid to lay down under his pasty-white fat a—and then Karl was awake again, startled out of his daydream by a dropped stapler somewhere a half-dozen cubicles away, shifting his eyes guiltily about in the hope that none of his officemates saw him daydreaming, and glad that even if they had, they had no idea what he had been daydreaming about...
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