JUST LET ME QUIT!
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AAAAHHHHHH! just let me quit my job will ya!
Can you imagine a life like mine? Underpaid for all the work I do, bullied by my co-workers and on top of that now I'm stuck training 2 idiots, a brat and a pick me girl and all of them used to be my classmates... somethings not right here?
Join Alice as she tries to quit her job (and fails pathetically)
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