I saw the reflection and almost panicked. But she didn’t notice anything, moving away from the mirror and turning toward me.
“How about dinner” she asked. “Sure” I said and sunk my teeth into her neck.
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A collection of random thoughts, death threats, peeves, prose and poetry, all linked together by one common thread: Bad Jobs. All the stuff you find on this site is written about, during, or inspite of, work.
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