I don't give a fuck what you do if you do your job correctly. You could come in late, leave early, drink bottomless mint julips in the break room, and drop acid, for all I care. But do your job correctly.
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I hate that I love you. You either have a hideous heart and a beautiful mind or a hideous mind and a beautiful heart. I love what you are but I hate what made you that way. You have the logic and kindness born of rage and despair. What happened to you? Who did this to you?