"Alcohol is not in my vodkabulary. However, I looked it up on Whiskeypedia and learned if you drink too much of it, it's likely tequilya." – Google Images or Something
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"Hey! I haven't made much progress, but–"
"You promised."
"What are you talking about?"
"You promised me! You promised he wouldn't find out!"
"He who? Your boss?"
"You told him I was slacking off, didn't you? How our late night phone calls contributed to me not paying attention to my job? I can't believe it. You promised."
"I didn't, I swear. I haven't interacted with him for several days now."
"I'm on fucking probation! Do you know how close I am to being fired?"
"Mozzarella, calm down. It's okay."
"Don't! It's not– It's not okay! I need this job. I need it more than anything."
"You're going to keep the job. I'm going to do everything I can to help. I promise."
"Look how well your last promise turned out."
"For fuck's sake, I didn't breathe a word!"
"I don't think I can trust anything you say anymore."
"Even when I'm speaking the truth?"
"Especially then."
"You're despicable."
"You're a traitor."
"You want to hear a truth? Here's one. You're frigid. You're closed off. But this is uncalled for. You're a stone cold bitch, and I'm done playing nice."
"What exactly is your point?"
"You know why you got the master key? Those compliments from your boss? I kept sending in reviews. Almost every day. Singing your praises. Making you look perfect. So, have fun trying to keep your job without your trusty benefactor."
"I don't– I– I didn't need your help."
"Good, because now you're on your own."
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Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
