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Say nothing. Then break out in random show tune and dance around his desk
(While staring intently at fax mutter) Sparrow, you magnificent bastard.
(when he asks fold paper quickly and hide it) This? Nothing! Nothing at all. *wink
$19.99 for a vibrating! mumble...mumble. (sheepishly grin when eye contact is made)
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No signature. None. Seriously.
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