SANG.
OUT LOUD.
In my cube, in my quiet NPP office where you can only hear the roar of the turbines and the occasional copy machine.
Leona Lewis.
OUT LOUD.
During the high-long part.
The one you have to take a deep breath for.
Twice.
Two breaths, it's that long.
SANG IT.
LOUDLY.
NHG turned around in his cube and looked at me.
It was that loud.
I promptly turned off my radio and died.
This is why I hate listening to female singers-I think I can do it too.
AT WORK.
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