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So mad

My palms are sweating. My heart is pounding. I’m in a building. At a table. In a meeting. Lots of people talking. STUPID PEOPLE . How can they think this? How can they DO this to me? I’ve worked so hard on this. They want to change it. I’m not going to take this. I’ll tell them what I think of them. next time

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