Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

Late this afternoon, I walked into his cubicle to give Marvin (the more-or-less-supervising proofreader) something. He then told me to wait a minute, and then started to tell me "This is from a job you did earlier today" before realizing that no, it wasn't me, it was JuJu. Now, JuJu looks about as much like me as roadnotes does, and for similar reasons [along with a great fondness for flowing dresses and skirts], so I observed that "I realize that we're both bilaterally symmetrical, but JuJu and I don't look that much alike."

Thanks, Sis.