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The Rare Occasion That Passive Aggression is Called For

It's like I'm not in a cafe any more, but rather receiving a diplomatic corps from a nation I'm at war with. The woman has a "stern and serious fucking business" look on her face, and another waitress is standing alongside her right flank with arms crossed.

I shake my head and try to wave them off, doing the universal "I'm on the phone" gesture, holding up a thumb and pinky finger.

She starts speaking anyways. She's loud and insistent.

"Hold on, Marcus."

I take my headset off. "Yes?"

nervous

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Why am I nervous?

Something's got me on edge. And it's been growing all day.

Well, I finished Sally's writing. That's off my plate.

My arm still hurts a lot, but it's feeling a hell of a lot better than it was this morning. I give it another 2-3 days till I'm fully healed.

The pie lady whose name I should add to my Anki is having us over for lunch to taste her pies...which we will then sell.

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