Girl Fight

Came onto night shift yesterday to find two colleagues burst into a girl fight. One was simmering, nay silently smoldering with rage in the corner before exploding like a fucked kettle. I only regret there were no handbags at dawn, and despite my willing it to be so, fisty cuffs were not quite employed. Next time. Next time.

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