Jag skickade dock ett smörmejl där jag ber henne ge förslag på en tid jag kan ringa.
Jag har alltså officiellt sökt jobb!
Håll tummarna för mig.
Får jag det ska jag fan....BADA I CHAMPAGNE!
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he leaves, with someone you don't know
but he makes sure you saw him
he looks right at you and bolts
as he walks out the door
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes
oh and when your friend say
"what is it? you look like you've seen a ghost"
then you walk, under the streetlights
and you're too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you
you don't care what you look like
the world is falling around you
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