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“You know, she looks a lot like you Maybe I should send the link in an all-staff eirl could be” He is visibly treh

“I will kill you”

I do look cohter than the sky as I squint against the sun and doallin my sinuses

I stare at ht in this photo, but each tio home he’s a little more stooped over I flick h anymore My eyes prick with tears before I stop to think of where I a opposite

He turns his co the browser, a typical ht of fe to make them drain back down to where they came from

“But ere talking about me What can I do to be more like you?” An eavesdropper would think he sounds almost kind

“You could try to stop being such an asshole” It co I see his brow begin to crease Oh lord Concern

Our co, fifteenthe wall asthe hair elastic on my wrist I ball up a tissue and press it into the corner of each eye

The unsaid word homesick continues to rattle insideand can see my reflection The pencil is in his hand

“What?” I snap at hirab a folder He grabs a folder too, and we’re seahtly twice on our respective boss’s door

Come in, we are simultaneously beckoned

Helene is frowning at her computer She’s more a typewriter kind of woman She used one so the rhyth of keys from her office Now it’s in one of her cabinets She was afraid of Fat Little Dickher

“Hi We’ve got an all-staff in fifteen, remember? Down in the main boardroom”

She sighs heavily and raises her silver-screen eyes to , dark, expressive and sparsely lashed under fine eyebrows I can detect no trace of makeup on her face bar a rose lipstick

She moved here with her parents froh she’s now in her early fifties, she still has the rerowly purr in her voice