One more thing before you head out into the vast abyss of darkness that surrounds my office. How did you hear about us? Did that Queen Bee run her mouth? Did I actually do a good job of promoting this gallery? Oh, you're a New Yorker, so you saw it in the newsletter.
As we're setting up for Margo to have an inappropriate relationship with her subordinate, whatever happened to Trey the architect?
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Does anyone who reads this strip really have that kind of attention span? The pace of this story is so glacially slow that it's possible to skip at least six months without missing anything of consequence. Yet, I keep checking in with my girls in 3G--what does that say about the state of my life? Who knows, maybe they're building up to some sort of romantic triangle with Margo in the middle (otherwise it would be positively unreadable).
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