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Last night I dreamt that I had a new boss. I was talking to the new boss, who was a real slick trickster, and teaching him the ropes of the new position. We were in a hotel lobby. Everything was marble in browns; slick and sleek.
Out of nowhere burst men in long black trenchcoats. They pulled out comicbookesque tommy guns and with a rat-a-tat...shot my new boss down.
"Damn," says I. "Now we'll have to hire another one."
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