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It Was a Good Day at Work

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You spend your days in cubicles measuring square feet of every tile that has tied itself to your feet, while your fingers secretly make love to paperbacks at corner stalls of the railway station, before you have to hurry to board the last train to get back to your father, and tell him, 'It was a good day at work.

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