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Hey Sam –

What’s up?

-- Bob


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Bob –

Not much. You?

-- Sam


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I’m thinking about taking an early lunch. Got any plans with that new secretary of yours? Assuming you don’t, you loser, want to join me for a burger?


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I fired my secretary a week ago. Pay attention, will you?

Burger where?


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I’m thinking about that new place around the corner, the one with the dweebie waiter and the foxy hostess.

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Yeah, she is a fox, isn’t she?


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Anyway, burger about 11:30?

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Got a couple things to do first. Noon?


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Sure, noon. Meet me in the lobby.

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