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So I walked in today and they sat me down and told me I was fired. Why? There were files under my desk. Whether I knew their origin and how they got there or not, it was obvious that I was hiding them in some nefarious scheme to make the company lose money. I mean, what else could it be? Long story short, I'm in a murderous rage and I have no job, which means that unless I get one really fucking quick, I'm not going to have a home either. There's historical precedence for this, though. Every job I've lost has been right before I was about to do something that required financial stability, which is wonderful because that means I never get to do fucking anything with my life. I really want to just fucking torture someone right now.
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