52nd Door

Don’t Take Notes was the alternate title for this chapter, but I opted for Very Little Cussing because too many others had contractions. Actually, now that I think about it, all the others have contractions, so I guess this one is out of place without one. Oh well.

Hey Jackson, maybe you shouldn’t talk about stuff that you don’t want people knowing about in a high traffic area, you jerk. And what decade do you think this is? Intern doesn’t equal assistant. They don’t fetch coffee; they’re there to learn.