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Wearing Nothing But Sweats And A Sheer Coat Of Lip Gloss, She Wiggle Through Her Frosted Window And Jumped Six Feet To Freedom, Feeling More Charged Than A Visa Card At Christmas Time.

A Good Boss Asks What Part She Could Have Played In The Problem. And Then She Asks Herself What She Can Do Better Next Time.

Why Limit Yourself To Just One Best Friend?