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Originally Posted by Dr. Drib
All the "She Came into my Office" sentences are mine, with no one else contributing to that idea. Any contributors out there? --- This is just a play on the old detective story, with the detective sitting around in his office.
Don
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But you're the BEST at it -- you must read too many of those. Here's one from the opposite side:
He swaggered into my office with a John Wayne stride, a Bill Clinton grin, and a Ronnie Reagan ten-gallon hat: un-impressive since I'm more of a Gene Kelly kinda girl; nonetheless, a customer is a customer, so I swung my shuriken back over my shoulder (I'd been doing my fingernails), retrieved my chakram from its position as paperweight, lowered my Manolo Blahnik thigh high boots from where my ankles had been crossed on my desktop, and rattled off my standard new-client line:
"We kill 'em; you clean 'em. Who can I off for you today?"