Nope, I'm not leaving early. I'm not allowed.
"There's got to be someone on the phones," the network guys say. My boss is out sick, Jill's training someone all day, Sandra leaves at 3:30pm normally, and gods forbid the network people be asked to answer the phones.
Hopefully the roads won't be bad after the sun goes down.
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'
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