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fucking burnouts, after the n-th you just know it. you just crash on the sofa, light one up and turn on vegetative binge watching simpleton mode while your computer screen shines judgmentally at the ashes of your figure and a lazyass group of coworkers hammer slack after your hardworking ass assuming you might've dropped dead cuz you've stopped answering
In a last fit of workaholism you've gave the bosslady the heads-up and she's just letting those lazy fucks scramble for their asses
It's booting season and on account of productivity and expendability I'm safe, so fuck you deepshits, long as I know, I'm MIA til Monday.

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