Album: Summer Sun
Bob would comment, "What a nice cubicle!" every time he passes my cubicle. It was supposed to be his, but he hates it, so my boss gave him mine. Without asking me. (But of course, I'm just a lowly minion.) Now I have no privacy. =/
"I'm trying to get you to think that!" Bob said when I gave him a look.
"Yeah? Ask me again in a month," I told him.
Then I realized I mightn't even have a job in a month's time.
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Hair is longer than I'd thought; I want a haircut - with bangs.
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