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Bang Banged

My blog was discovered by one of my colleagues a few days back. But it was only today that the discovery assumed alarming proportions. It attracted the curiosity of even my SAP instructor. To my chagrin, she closely scrutinized all the unflattering things I had written about ABAP.
My blog is a ticking timebomb!

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Anonymous said…
HA! HA! HA! HO! HO! HO! HE! HE! HE! THE INSTRUCTOR READ YOUR BLOG!!!I think I will drop the idea of bumping you off. I may not even get the chance. You are already a dead duck.
Deepanjan said…
Man, my charm works wonders! You'll need to work hard to annihilate the peerless Deepanjan.

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