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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb
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?"
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Yo: That's 2 sentences! C'mon, Deb, you know the rules!