When I first heard everyone in the office putting in orders for putty, I wasn't sure what all of the fuss was about. I figured its just putty, what's the big deal? When the shipment arrived I tried to remain indifferent, though the feelings I felt in my heart couldn't be denied. I was envious of my coworkers and jealous of the instant bond they formed with their putties. I sat back, bitter, as they stretched, bounced, chopped, squished, and sculpted. My resentment grew as I sat at my desk-- alone and puttyless. One day, when I was at my lowest point, an amigo of mine here at the office came to me with some awesome news. Apparently, his significant other did not approve of him spending so much time with his putty. He wasn't sure how to decide whom to give it to, so we agreed upon an old fashioned game of paper, rock, scissors. I knew this was my chance! After two of three rounds, we were deadlocked. The tension was unbearable..."one," "two," "three!"...YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS! And victory was mine!
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