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Walruskkkch with his briefcase full of Babesleaga tallies ready to process.
They are all the mail in ones. Wink*Wink.
Wait — his desk is the one with the phone. What the . . . . ?
I wasn’t even in the office, as usual.
I checked his fingers – no strings around any of them. He obviously forgot…