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“I am so mad at you.” Simon wagged his finger at Phil as he waddled over to the bar.
Phil was dumbfounded, so much so, the mouthful of warm gin martini spilled from his slack-jawed mouth. He slurped and looked upward, which was a part of his thinking process, and replayed the last three years of his life. His memories only consisted of hours in his work cubicle playing Spider Solitaire™ on his computer and that one fateful day at the golf course. He instinctively frowned and slugged down the rest of his drink.
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