Without a heart, how am I to feel love? Without love, how am I to feel hate? And without hate, how am I to know the exquisite sensation of mild annoyance?
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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.