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Wednesday, May 26, 2004

oh, alana, i'm so glad to see you're taking my advice.

i never liked coffee that much anyway. they say it's not good for you.

good girl. i only wish everyone would listen. do you know i saw those two coming in again this morning with big coffee cups? and then, again after lunch? drinking themselves to an early grave, that's what.

well, with them, between us, i wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the only thing they were drinking.

now, do tell?

well, i happen to know for a fact that she left work early one day to go drinking! and i used to think that he was better, but i think she's a bad influence on him.

well, she certainly wasn't overly sympathetic when i told her about how i discovered what very well could have been anthrax. maybe that's why, maybe she was drunk! some very nice people can be mean drunks.

i don't think she's ever very nice. she was the same to me when i thought i might have been exposed, too. allergies, she said to me!

just between you and i, i heard that they might have some idea of what the powder was after all. i heard that they're trying to keep it quiet. oh, but it's too awful to even say and i don't want to gossip.

really? because they told me it was just plaster dust, so--

i hear it might have been drugs!

drugs! at the office? do they have any idea whose it was?

nobody said anything so far. not to me, anyway. i asked myself, i said, who could even be involved in something like that? it can't be true. but i think with what you told me we certainly have a few ideas, don't we?

we sure do.

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