I went to meet a certain bigshot lawyer for a story. His lackey shows me into the hallowed office at the end of which was a large desk and behind it - the man himself. And after the initial pleasanteries in his upper class 'i say' accent, he suggests that we talk on the phone since he has clients waiting and doesn't want to waste my time hanging around. All the while I had a hard time suppressing my laughter for he kept taking mini breaks to puff on his fancy hookah. Between the accent and fancy room and the hookah...
Btw, the Beret has returned and has been blading all and sundry..except, for some inexplicable reason, ME! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the status quo continues.
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need more frequent updates!
whats happening? and why have you escaped so far? and why do we not see you online any more???
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