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She came into my office, bouncing comically on heels that were, I'd bet, higher than her IQ, and bringing a steno pad, about which I was pretty sure she knew nothing other than the fact that it tended to retain pencil marks... and I noticed she hadn't actually brought a pencil... gad, one of these days, I needed to get around to a trip to Vegas so I could kill with extreme prejudice the girl who used to work for me, and the pretty-boy bartender she ran off with, leaving me with this dimpled dim-bulb excuse for a secretary.
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