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the realization of numbers descending away hasn't dawned in her   mind's matter of gray if she doesn't wake up from complacency's story there will be nowt left on the listing's inventory it'll be too late when we're all looking for a job due to us not having goodly figures in the mob surely she can sense   our positions are at stake as the total amount has become an earthquake under previous heads we've not felt insecure but with her holding the reins we're in manure for over seven months she's buried her head like the ostrich who can't see impending dread it is perfectly plain to everyone else around that the units have slipped onto the ground she'll open the file which will say all absent the last manager was a little too complacent
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
Complacent
the realization of numbers descending away hasn't dawned in her   mind's matter of gray if she doesn't wake up from complacency's story there will be nowt left on the listing's inventory it'll be too late when we're all looking for a job due to us not having goodly figures in the mob surely she can sense   our positions are at stake as the total amount has become an earthquake under previous heads we've not felt insecure but with her holding the reins we're in manure for over seven months she's buried her head like the ostrich who can't see impending dread it is perfectly plain to everyone else around that the units have slipped onto the ground she'll open the file which will say all absent the last manager was a little too complacent
ElizabethSquires
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
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