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During the Job Interview, I Was Worried the Interviewer Hadn'T Heard Fire By Bruce Springsteen

his nose was distracting but so was mine i listened to it ; in the car on the way there the bass was in my brain what if he'd never heard it? the questions kept coming questions about stuff thinking about the book of judges i saw paintings i followed him home hid beneath the window pane but heard nothing i didn't get the job

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