You should know that 19 times out of 20, I would beat Charlie into the office. One day he actually arrived before me, and it was a much-talked-about milestone. The next day we were back to normal, so I texted him and this is what ensued—I'm gray and he's green:
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And I think Charlie could have captured a full second screencap of all the OMG and WTFing that followed... It was heinous. Scarred for life.