On a Temple Cursed Or Haunted Shirt Monday morning two weeks earlier, with mounting apprehension, Kevin sat across his beady-eyed boss, Mister Karanja. Karanja steepled his fingers and stared over their tips at Kevin. With their facemasks on, they looked like two Ninjas.
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Kevin looked like a Temple Cursed Or Haunted Shirt overwhelmed opponent waiting to be dispatched by that last killer blow. He sighed heavily and hung his head low. His eyes found the floor in a dejected pose. Rumors had reached him in the previous evening.
Karanja cleared his Temple Cursed Or Haunted Shirt throat and his gaze sharpened as he looked at a paper that lay face down on his table. He turned it over and looked at it as if it contained a deep secret that Kevin had kept from the world. He pursed his lips silently.