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So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

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whore in church. I was on the verge of worrying, but he just threw “Attleboro,” he said. “Outside of Boston?” “That's the one,” he.

I know, I know – seemingly trivial stuff, but it's the everyday quirks that speak volumes about our messy lives. Like, ever seen a family falling apart on a park bench? Yeah, a real "life as art" moment. And the cool part? People in Attleboro are raw – no posh façade – which makes my job both infuriating and oddly heartwarming.

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