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I quit, Zoe.
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I thought you needed a job.
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Yes, I do need a job,
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But not one where I'm treated like this.
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Well, good luck
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finding a job in this economy and at your age.
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My what?
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Come on, Nora. Let's be honest.
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You were lucky I gave you this job.
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No one else is gonna hire you.
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And why is that, Zoe, because I'm 63 years old
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and look every blessed day of it?