My good chum Kelly sent me a sly wink through the spacetime wormhole, basically telling me she'd snagged herself some time off and I had to come join her. Less than a decade away? You bet I fired up the janky time machine faster than you can say "preemptive sick leave."
Kelly, you see, found herself a doctor's note that lets you call in sick for being no…
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