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Moment Time The client came over again 2nd time in a year to see the reps Plus support who dialled the account It was he who asked his boss the Fake God Why not ask the client dial his account? So we can see how good he is? The tip of the spear the best in action Get the other bosses there too See who the best seller is It would be exceptional and rare Try to absorb some of their skills For we sell their product in their account It has to be special like we all are Let’s do it and become more than legends He wanted to equal then surpass The Fake God in skills and success Brian actually respected and liked the guy And it was somewhat reciprocated The Fake God knew he was older And ill with gout and arthritis and more That he wouldn’t quiet till stone cold dead The Fake God wanted 2 more closers Get Red and the Arab to do it Brian wants more experience for the job Then he’ll be closer, TL then OM And be called the False God 2 Hunting more skills success but not cash Brian knew these were different times Even if he wouldn’t live forever This was his time and moment He was humbly enjoying it
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 12:58 AM UTC
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Her hand rested slight Upon the book she'd found Her bag across her shoulder She was waiting for the sound Of the door alarm at the B & N I mean after all it was Fifty nine volumes On how to build a bomb Found none to soon   On a shelf at the B & N Abandoned by her lover After too many fights That was five years ago A lot of lonely nights Casing the B & N Screaming out loud At rush hour on the train Was not an option Nor was ******* Snorted at the B & N Finally people milling round She quietly lifted the solution To her ravaged heart All fifty nine on revolution S     l         i            p               p                  e                     d Into her bag at the B & N Head down and weighted down She walked to the exit Waiting for someone No one to prevent it Except security at the B & N At last the perfect patsy Alarm rang, the man froze And our spurned lover To the opportunity arose Ran out of the B & N Ran to the parking lot Her VW bug Opened the door Threw in what she'd lugged 59 looted at the B & N Key from the drink holder In her shaking hand er  rhrh  rhrh vah-room Such a brazen plan Perpetrated at the B & N Her eyes glowed wicked With rage and revenge Someone would pay All would attend This crime hatched at the B & N The deed was done She clung to the wheel The accelerator floored            The tires squealed Away, away from the B & N
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
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