No
I don't have to explain myself to you, you rude person on the other end of the telephone line.
No, I was not here when you called and you had to leave a message.
No, I do not know the specifics of your situation.
No, I do not care to know.
Although I work in a social-services-esque non-profit, I work in administration. Which means I get to tell a lot of people 'no' with greater frequency than you ever will. Envy me that, at least.
And yet, before I can stop myself, the explanation is passing my lips and into your ears along with the hope that it will make you shut up, hang up, and leave me alone.
No. No. No.
No.
29 MAR
2005
2005
1 Love Notes
And the magic word is... no!
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