"Well, if we don't meet beforehand, we can meet at the end in Staten Island at the lunch, right?" I say as he nods happily.
"Scott?" says my boss, walking up, the grin on her face not quite reaching all the way up to her eyes, and suddenly I remember the urgent project that I've been working on all morning for her.
"Please focus?" she pleads, and I can feel my face reddening.
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Four years ago: The Opposite of "Fetch"
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