Part 4

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"Damon, what was that?!" I ask. but he just sits there, chanting on, and on.

"Damon, don't tell me I'm the only one who saw that!" I wait for an answer, but giving up, I close the door, and stomp back to my office like a little girl.

Why is he so frustrating?! He hasn't said a single word in English since he got here, and that was 5 years ago. I wonder if he's like this in front of the other workers, or he just hates me. I think for a second, and sigh. "yup, he hates me." I say to myself.

As I sit there, reading some documents, I yawn, and within the next 5 minutes, I'm fast asleep.........

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