A week or so ago the boss got on the blower, breathing heavily. Never a good sign. "Black pearls, Rys, black pearls are coming. Be prepared. 4 chips. SLI. Be prepared". Then he hung up, slightly asthmatic wheezing lost to the wind, my thoughts all agog.
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