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fh_officeThey really wished Keith would stop using the copy machine.
It just seemed to drone on and on. Flash. Shift. The slither of a piece of paper falling into the tray. Rinse, repeat.
Bob pulled a very large pillow over his head and tried not to think about it, but the noise was forever grafted into his consciousness.
It just seemed to drone on and on. Flash. Shift. The slither of a piece of paper falling into the tray. Rinse, repeat.
Bob pulled a very large pillow over his head and tried not to think about it, but the noise was forever grafted into his consciousness.
