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Pick up the receiver I'll make you a believer Depeche Mode Personal Jesus Violator album Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all the customary places It was after lunch, and the spicy meatball marinara had been a dangerous choice But a rewarding one, throwing the gears of commerce into overdrive Quota had been met earlier in the week And it was all downhill for this account Higher commission bonuses were assured Unlike most in the cubicles, he preferred still his old telephone With its nostalgic RF rejecting coiled cord as opposed to the headsets A solid connection felt in the hand to establish solid connections with prospective clientele Short, atonal digital melody and Good afternoon, Mr. Eisen Yes The voice responding had authority and smoke behind it A gent in a library, or who at least maintained one in his place of residence Pictured itself on the blank 8 1/2" x 11" sheet pinned to the fabric On the wall directly opposing his desk A visualization technique adapted From his first correspondence business course from Phoenix Pleasure speaking with you today, Mr. Eisen This is Chuck Rast, calling on behalf of East Telemarketers No interruption or audible exhale Excellent Our client, Haven Literary Circle, has an offer of truly startling beauty And value that will only be available for a limited time A matched, high-quality, robustly illustrated set of Companion hardcover research texts detailing the Authentication processes of the most widely available And trusted documents concerning the Dead Sea Scrolls And other writings in ancient Hebrew shaping Judeo-Christian commentary today He had practiced getting that sentence out in one breath But not in a noticeable hurry, for hours This attention to detail was why he was the top seller time and again No doubt A creaking sound in the speaker held up to his ear A wooden cabinet door badly in need of oil for its hinge The voice following it, closer and louder, accompanied by static not present before Mmmm Candy for the cranium Something to suck the gelatin out of What do the covers look like, Charles They're not those garish LifeTime types With magazine photography pasted to the glossy headings Are they A metallic crunching Mortar and pestle made of hollow aluminum Mashing coconut scout cookies No one had called him Charles since his mother died He had pronounced it the same In two separated syllables Oh, no. I know what you mean Pop culture summaries like those belong next to the registers with the tabloids Leather bound Gold foil embossed Stitched in ribbon place markers A royal maroon color Each one over six hundred pages Available as a set of seven or individually More static, imitating that of a roaring fire Low pitched growling Large dog warning the postmaster yet again Ssss-plendid My mind was lighting upon Megiddo and Gnosis as you rang A charming tinder box that was The rock waterside and below makes a satisfying crack When heated with apolmb and gussss-tow Yes Most of these sales were for the trial subscription In fact, no one had sold a whole set cold calling yet The miniature paper movie screen became a mirror with Chuck's glistening visage glowering Forget being a big fish, is there anyone else even working for East The unmistakable sound of a child, a small boy, in his ear now Probably the good man's son Getting the overprotective hound away From the front door screen before it bursts through Must be a big thing The way he's struggling Very well, then A credit to your foundation, Char-ulles The R'amesians at Karnak would've feasted in your honor One moment and I'll fetch my damned card