xxx: I come to work, I notice a nice colleague in the paper stamp. I write about it and I begin to doubt myself. And he answers me that I’m not sure about writing, but I’m sure he likes me. We look around, an awkward moment, we kiss timidly. The boss runs past and, not noticing our unconstitutional relationships, joyfully says that since we are all at eight in the morning at work, let’s do a great job.
YYY: at what time? At the eight? O_O
In this place I wake up. The job is sleepy, there are no nice colleagues at work.
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xxx: But what’s really angry... I can’t remember a word with a print to check how it’s written!