“People who throw salsa at me to put out my flaming facial hair don’t get to accuse me of being a toddler.” “It was the first thing I saw. And nobody else was coming to your rescue. Probably because you can be a serious asshole when you want to be. Sorry, ma’am. Sorry. I don’t usually talk like this. He fired me from a job because it’s bad optics for us to slee—to go to dinner together when he’s the boss and I’m his assistant. But he’s worth it. Most of the time.” “I doubt that,” the young woman pushing a stroller sniffs. “None of them are worth it.” “I’m cheating on him with his best friend,”
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