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July 14, 2003
...was that the man in charge of his department was clueless. Bob sat in his office, drinking his coffee, (which could number in the teens as to amount of cups by the end of the day), calling his various girlfriends and pretending to be doing work. The only time Bob had to be careful was when Cassie made her rounds. Jack paused in front of the glass door, where in dark stenciled letters, the words "Process and Referral Department" stood out. Cassie. The memories came rushing back from the other morning. The cold grass. The pain in his arm. The...