To the boy who keeps running down the hallway past my office,
Unless your ass or this building is on fire, stop running down the hallway. This is an office building not a race track. When you run in here it makes me think there is something wrong. You do it so frequently, I'm getting whip lash from my head snapping up so often. Next time, you may trip over my foot.
Love,
Princess Slow the Hell Down
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