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Crabby, not Blabby

I have been particularly difficult this week. Please send your sympathies to Dan, who is trying to find a way to put up with his five-foot terror of a girlfriend. Maybe it's the growing older that's making me so irritating. Still, i wonder: Is there a time past which you hate your job so much that you actually spontaniously combust? I am the human guinea pig for this theory.

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