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There's this woman in my office. She appears in some of my older entries. She used to be a full-time employee before massive lay-offs some years ago. She comes back, periodically, as a free-lancer. She is back, again, for a short assignment--unless her contract gets extended. I hope it gets extended. Nothing has changed. We always end up chatting when I make my rounds. She makes me feel welcome like no one else ever has. I adore her because she reads and is curious about everything. I am curious about many things--including the taste of her mouth and the texture of her bare skin.

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