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Lame – Kelley Farrell
The briefcase and half empty glass of juice meant only one thing.Julia tapped her papers against the glass table.“Why do you always do this?” Robin dragged his fork through the syrup running over his pancakes.“Why do I always do what?” “This.” Robin pointed at her briefcase with his dripping fork. “Go to work?”“It’s lame. When I grow …