Monday, May 16, 2011


She had a reputation of being distant, but she was always nice to me. I found her stunningly beautiful, an Ethiopian princess, tall and lanky with slow, feline moves. She spoke in purrs and I’d often lose my train of thought because I’d focus on the cadence of her words rather than their meaning. I’d watch the way her hands moved across the page, instead of reading the memo. Impeccable in habit, her desk was the tidiest, her packed lunches perfectly healthy and sparse. Her clothes sleek and well pressed. She didn’t last too long in that office of dog-lovers.

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