Why did he always stop and talk to her?
She replied in monotone sentences that reeked of disdain and slight disgust.
At lunch she often thought of dismembering him piece by piece while she ate her roast chicken.
She did enjoy the roast chicken. And the chocolate cake.
Or was that the Tiramisu?
She was often confused by bakery goods.
He said something and laughed. Then walked out of her cubicle.
She thought again of the chocolate cake and smiled.
Have a trendy Tuesday!
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