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<span>NUMBER: 32B105<br>
PRIORITY: DINER<br>
DATE: 4-7-17<br>
CUSTOMER & ORDER: STAFF MEMO<br>
SERVER: BIG GUY<br>

Do me a favor, “Manager.” Get over yourself. I’m not going to keep going back and forth with you on this. You messed up. You <b><i>always</b></i> mess up. And I’m <b><i>over</b></i> it.

I don’t give a crap about a “24th”. I don’t give a crap about us ever becoming “one.” I’m tired of the numbers. I’m tired of… all of this. Not the Cafe. Not the work. Not the customers. Not Payroll. Not H.R. Just you. You remind me so much of the King. I suppose, in a way, it’s only in your nature. Your “true” nature, anyway. If you need me—don’t. You probably think you can handle the Dark on your own anyway. I’ll still do my part in keeping the <span class="flicker-text">Wicked</span>’s flames contained, not that you seem to care, but I would never do that to H.R. Your actions, unfortunately, aren’t your own, you know. You’re part of a set—a <span class="flicker-text">group of three</span>—whether any of us like it or not.

Treat Payroll and H.R. well. No. Better than well. You’re running out of bridges to burn—and I know you can’t be alone.

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Good luck.

-Julius.</span>