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“Damn!” Joseph cursed, seeing the printer had jammed again.
“Problem, Joe?” Susan asked, loving technological challenges. “Stupid brand! Never works right!!” Fury rose, his face purpled. “I hate this thing, too,” piped up Martin, who enjoyed complaining over everything else. “Call our help desk,” supplied Sherry cheerily. “Never fear, your hero is here!” Thomas swooped in, taking two minutes before all was well once more. “How many state workers does it take to fix something?” their unit chief queried. Grinning, he exclaimed, “A workgroup of four discussing issues while one makes every decision!” “We should vote on that!” they chorused.
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