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Ugg. I could hear Goody-Goody Thompson coming down the hall. He was really milking that biking accident. He'd been using that cane for well over two months by this point and it looked like he wasn't stopping. I'm sure part of the reason was going to the supply closet in the basement level was a huge pain. Why go when you had an excuse not to. Why go when you could fake an injury and get some sucker to go in your place. Thankfully just as he got to my cubicle Bethany stopped him. "Hey Thompson. How's your leg coming?" "Still not quite back to normal I'm afraid. I was just about to see if Ally was around. Out of paperclips." I was about to get up when I barely heard Bethany whisper something to stupid Thompson. "I better go," I heard her softly say and then add, "I think Ally is getting 'something something' for that." I wasn't sure what exactly Bethany had said. Too Busy? Too Tired? Either way it was a huge bonus as far as I was concerned. Or so I thought until idiot Thompson