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I hope I never see him again
But I fear he'll be back
With some of his false friends
They'll pull'em out
And try have at it
Thats when the airs turn purple
Things get a little blurry

It must be something
Pretty ugly
It should be hidden from sight
Festering gobs
I know we will forever be
On opposite sides of the razor-wire

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Written February 24th, 2006

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  • gingermint
    February 24, 2006
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    Felt the same way about a co-worker who freaked out and nearly quit his job on account of some roommate issues he was going through. This was last week; Apparently a fight among them turned ugly and he threatened to leave the county to get away from those people. I was pleased to hear that, as this guy was making himself a thorn in my side with some of his passive-aggressive antics. Anyway, long story short, he changed his mind after a week and now he and his roommates all have to find a new place to live. Not entirely happy about him coming back to work, but the vacation from him was nice while it lasted. Can definetly relate.