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A perfect example for backfire

Phone rings

Me: Hey wassup
Him: What's up?
Me: Nothing much, just mailed my manager that I'm quitting
What do u say?
Him: That's great!
Me: Is it? can I quit
Him: Why not, Now we both can together search for jobs in India
Me: !@#$%@!#@@


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