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crankylexPicture it, this morning, in the wee hours. A cell phone rings, startling a cranky woman out of a sound sleep.
L: 'Lo?
D: Where is the file on S?
L: What?
D: The file. On S. Where is it?
L: *trying to force self awake* Uh, are you in my office?
D: Yeah, and I can't find it.
L: Are you destroying my desk?
D: Where is it?!?
L: Upper right hand drawer.
D: *rustle, rustle* Oh. Good.
L: Wait, what time is it?
D: Early. Go back to sleep.
L: Oh. 'Kay. *snore*
L: 'Lo?
D: Where is the file on S?
L: What?
D: The file. On S. Where is it?
L: *trying to force self awake* Uh, are you in my office?
D: Yeah, and I can't find it.
L: Are you destroying my desk?
D: Where is it?!?
L: Upper right hand drawer.
D: *rustle, rustle* Oh. Good.
L: Wait, what time is it?
D: Early. Go back to sleep.
L: Oh. 'Kay. *snore*
