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The shadows stared at each other. One, cast by a thin employee, faced the short, squat boss shadow. Awake, they had shouted all week.
The thin one locked its penumbral arms around the tormentor's throat. The fat one disolved into the ether. Johonson wondered why the boss didn't show up for work the next day.
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