EXT. Police - beer does a miracle - July 2 - continued

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Still, I'm extremely naked, drinking beer during working hours at the workplace, and I don't apologize for the tautology. I follow Lucifer's recommendations without being initiated into demons. Whatever.

I wouldn't mind hearing the outcome of the conversation between the assistant and the boss, but if she doesn't start the conversation, why should I? Does it make sense? No.

The beer ran out in 7 minutes. No wonder they say seven at all. However, I did not draw a parallel with beer. If I had 7 liters and drank them in 7 minutes, then I could draw that fucking parallel, but a liter in 7 minutes, even telling my friends would be embarrassing, they would laugh.

Maybe.

I don't have any. I have a cactus. A real friend, he will not have the pleasure of talking to me to my face and shitting on me behind my back, he is straightforward, he is a cactus, a needle in the ass and everything is clear, we are not friends.

I wonder if you can make friends with an assistant? Was that rhetorical? Well, if you think about it purely in terms of age, it was rhetorical. She is 23 at most, after her master's degree she came here to me, to retire, and what kind of friendship is there, our mentality is not ready for such a relationship, a 50+ uncle and a 20+ girl. Are they father and daughter, man and woman? Purely physically, yes, in fact, it is healthy pedophilia.

Oh, damn social norms.

And half a day has passed, I wonder if there are any dead on board the minibus? If so, I'm fired, if not, I'm fired, but because of drunkenness at work. It turns out that my prospects are at the level of the Mariana Trench.

Should I call to subscribe or wait until the sale?

I'll wait.

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