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Something about Friday around 5 p.m, reminded her of the final bell ringing on the last day of school as a kid.  Sometimes as she was leaving work, she felt the urge to run through her office, flinging affadavits through the air and screaming yipee.  Ofcourse, two days later when she returned to work they would be there waiting for her to sort and process, so she always thought better of it.