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cut to a future employer asking my Cougar manager why I was let go. fade to montage of lights and glossed lips whispering into Cisco phones.
"Good morning, Upper East Siders. This is your one and only source for high quality lights that the priveleged, Vanderbilt-ringed skinny J. League-rs can afford. Here's where you can select the $60,000 chandelier whose sparkle will make your dilated, drunk-eyes wince while having that romp with your best friend's boyfriend. Oh, you want to know the lead time? That's something I'll never tell. You know you love me. XOXO. Showroom Assistant"
The scary part is I'm getting paid while I do this. Thanks for enjoying your long vacay in Saint Tropez and giving me nothing to do, Upper East Siders!
