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Friday, July 9, 2010
Generate
Being told his pay was based on the number of products he could generate, Chris worked with vigor. At the end of the day, his fingers were calloused, his back ached, and his peers laughed until their cheeks and sides had stitches in them. It appeared he had mistaken the doll's bottoms as their faces and they now all sprouted bright red hair.
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That made me laugh out loud. Wonderful, Heather!
ReplyDeleteGlad someone reacted the way I wanted. So glad you enjoyed it and even happier I put a smile on your face.
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