I absolutely HATE it when people have conversations in front of my desk. Especially when they are both creepy, yet somehow full of themselves men. So what if I'm not doing anything important? Don't ramble on for 10 minutes directly in front of me talking about "all the girls I have" and "when I say 'my girls' I'm not referring to my daughters because I don't have any".
I just threw up in my mouth.
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