I glanced over at Devil-Sharon, trying to project my thoughts to her. Okay, Satan, I’ve figured it out. Maybe it’s time for a new kind of torture? I don’t care what it is, as long as it gets me out of this room. I’d take standing in line at the DMV over this. I’d take public speaking over this. Want me to give a presentation on the kind of porn I like? If it means I can leave, gladly. I’ll even time stamp the key moments that make me nut, if it helps. Sharon didn’t even look over, back to flirting with Tim from HR. I was pretty sure Satan would have better taste in men than Tim from HR, so
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