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The owner had backed me up – pointing out the transports I'd driven in the past for the two companies involved. The wonder boy had finally shown his true colors in front of his uncle and continued to harp on me about my solo driving. He had received an odd look from his uncle and was told sharply to 'give it a rest'. I'd stayed for the beginning of Jimmy boy's lecture, smirking at him from behind his uncle's back and watching the frustration gay chat rooms for teens his face. Waiving triumphantly, I'd finished my paperwork and sailed out the door.
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After the third highway accident, the answer for the factory delay had been obsolete. Although I'd like to blame Jimmy boy for the accidents, that would be buying into his attitude of being God.
Glancing at the clock for the gay webcam chat rooms time, I realized it was well after midnight. |
