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Aw...there was one time I was being messed around by object of my affection, who I worked with, and I confided in a fellow workmate as to why I was feeling so miserable. I wasn't particularly close to this guy, but we found it easy to chat about life and stuff and he was really laid-back and easy-going...There was a works do a few days later, which I left early because I found it way too awkward being in the same room as the person who was fucking around with me - I was told that I after I left, my workmate, who was a bit pissed on free beer, went up to said object of my affection and berated her in public, in view of everyone at the company, and basically called her a nasty malicious head-fucker, and that she was especially nasty for messing around someone like me, who was one of the nicest people he had ever met, and that I could do so much better than a skank like her.
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