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Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands; toes on his bohemian feet.

Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious mountain of smiles besieging my boss's face; behind which sprouted the satanic devil,
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