There is a party tonight, thrown by some of the employees of Walker Gambini Sandwich and Boombati, for the Monkey and me. They are pretending to be sad to see us go. Hell, maybe they are sad to see us go---we are pretty much the only people around here with any lives to speak of.
Not that we speak of them much. At least, I don't. I think it's safe to assume that 89% of the employees at WGSB would shit bricks if they knew anything at all about my personal life. It's not that I'm especially scandalous or even interesting, it's just that these people really don't get out much. Trust me.
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