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Friday is nearing an end and thank God for that.
You've been waiting for this moment since Monday at 9am – and the last eight hours have, like, LITERALLY, been the slowest of your life.
Literally.
Your final minutes at work are an intense rollercoaster of emotions all loosely based around the words 'no' and 'fuck'. And that's okay. You can taste freedom, it's bloody delicious and you're going to let NOTHING stand in your way.
You're almost out the door... then someone asks you for a favour...
















You'll have no power over me.



... until Monday.

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