The Manu realizes only now, at a deep level, as the manager feels they reduce the size of your desk, remove the plant from the entrance and asked to share a secretary with an equal degree. The Manu now know, with bitter consciousness as she feels those who retire and return the badge when he asks: "How am I going tomorrow morning?". The Manu
relives the first hours after the time of graduation: nothing has changed, it was just a piece of paper, but with, or without, everything seems different. Yesterday
laManu has lost the subscription of the train. Nothing will ever be, until the capricious gods of the Railroad did not return another badge of plastic, with the distraught over her photo, and ruicevuta payment on thermal paper, which discolors take care of the day commuters. Rough day.
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