One man after another. One phone call after another. One file after another. One document after another. One signature after another. One hour after another. One minute after another. One complaint after another. One explanation after another. One meeting after another. One message after another. One voice after another. One bullshit talk after another. One request after another. One order after another. One abuse after another. One punch after another. One in the stomach. One on the head. One or two on the neck. However much I do, it amounts to fucking nothing. So I might as well go home early and have my time and my evening and my night. My night. My night. It isn’t far from here and now.
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