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pull up a chair, throw a little existential brit pop on the stereo and grab a box o' tissues…because sisterhoneychildfriend....my bidness be draMATical.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Now I'm not one to speculate BUT.....

I'm staying late at work all by myself and...

"Let's Get it On" and "Sexual Healing," by Marvin Gaye are BLASTING from the closed door of one of the offices.

erm......

Posted by The Newest New Yorker at 6:54 PM

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