"Yeah, Dolores gave me the details." He didn't look up from his computer. "I've been trying to find out if the idiot belongs to us or not all morning."
Faith sat back in a chair and sighed. "Discovering the dark side of tequila or recalling your behaviour at the Christmas party via the company intranet are rites of passage. Accidentally cutting off a finger while sword-fighting with your dumb mates, not so much."
Andrew shrugged. "Could be if you work around here. Wouldn't be the first time."
open_on_sunday — challenge #236: right/rite
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