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Imagine Vladimir sending me out to hand out these leaflets on the street corner! Like a commoner hawking her wares. I have never been so insulted in my entire life! Workers of the World, Unite! Take a leaflet, good sir? No? This is very degrading to one in my station. This is not the glorious struggle that I had initially imagined it would be. Workers of the.... How rude! That man has no manners whatsoever. I am beginning to think that these "common folk" are deserving of their fate. Land! Peace! Bread! No, not a "piece of bread" sir. No, I mean, yes, you could have the entire loaf of bread, not just a single piece. Well, I am sure I don't know where you might get this bread, or how much it might cost. Whose land? Why, um... Your land? Yes, I know that you don't own any land NOW. But, perhaps you could, if you would perhaps apply yourself a little more, and with a little career planning, you could perhaps one day... Goodness! What atrocious manners!
*Sniff*. I am not going to stand for this much longer! Where is Henry, I wonder? I wish I were back in my library, and Henry would come around asking me if I had any books to borrow. My one consolation is that Goldman woman is sharing my misery. I doubt she had much success in selling her potato poroskies. Especially seeing as I added an entire packet of salt to her mix. That woman.... *Sniff*.
I bet that is not even her *real* hair color.
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