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He sneezed during the speech and he felt another one coming. He got up and then he sneezed again. The director of HR put her hand on his leg

They tried to scream bloody murder at the conference of mutes. The champagne corks popped without ooing and ahing. The silence was deafening

He was a thumbless carpenter with a habit of nose picking and bar brawls. The papers wrote about him often. Until they went out of business.

He made some money. Then he lost it. Then he made a lot of money. And lost it all. Then he made even more. This will never get old, he said.

They walk into the meeting confident men. And they exit questioning the color of the sky in the world. Except Jones. He’s holding his crotch

Sue runs into the office just as Joe digs deep inside his nose. This is so awkward, she says. While he hopes she doesn’t look under his desk