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When we meet again (1)
Cookie's standpoint
'Don't let me
Don't let me
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down down down…' I sang along as I made the coffees for the workers, that was my job, coffee girl. Not exactly coffee girl, I delivered drinks to everyone, and snacks too and if they wish, food. It was the best I could get, I couldn't specifically use my original certificate with my real name to get any job. I could have gotten a secretary job with my fake one but some bitch had to use her puss to steal it away from me, so here I am.
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