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Well,...
It all began when I decided to drink at the bar for free, while working, while he wasn't at work. Sneaky little ****** had a camera.
Since it was both a restaurant and the bar, I used the jukebox for my personal taste in music and wanted to cheer up the customers. He never fell in love with trance.
I repeatedly abused my rights as an assistant chef and would always steal an extra pickle or two to bring home.
Now what, ******s.
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