my name is not Liz Imbrie

By LizImbrie

Amusement

In an attempt to get Sam creasing himself at something stupid I said (I can't remember what), I got my phone out. It clearly couldn't handle it.
Starting to take more of a back seat at work. Lots if information is being remembered so I can hand it on. One week left. I know I'll forget to hand something really important over.
My evening was a right off. Felt sick ever since I left work. Blaming the greggs cream cakes that were smuggled in...

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