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What in 'the hell' was wrong with that handsome devil????? Without another word I left to make his Coffee. I didn't bother to argue because he wasn't worth wasting my breath and I refused to let him get me down this early in the morning. I handed him the his coffee and instead of walking away he took one sip and said " what the FUCK is this?!" Now that hurt. I was speechless I mean I've had my fair share of rude customers but he was by far the worst. I have to admit he hurt my feelings but I wasn't about to let him know that. I mustered up all the courage I had and shouted "Why the hell didn't you make it yourself?!" He looked at me with nothing less than pure hatred, his grey eyes ice cold and he said lowly "What's your name? you're getting fired today!" Who does he think he is? Did he think he could scare me? This guy has the audacity to threaten me hmph. "My name is Deandra MOTHER FUCKING Pierre! Do something" Who the hell is this guy?
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