The thing is, I have a job. I have my own office, with my name on the door. And I have a secretary, that’s you. And I am not scared of any of this. But you’re scared, oh my god, you’re scared. Don’t worry about me. I am going to get to do everything you want for me. I am going to be fine. I really am.

Peggy Olsen, last night.
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