There comes a time in every properly maturing woman's life where she must stand over an office copy machine for hours in a short skirt. It is a rite of passage and I am proud to say that I have accomplished it.
Dear friends, how I hate copy machines. I hate the way the paper feels hot and grainy after it comes out and I hate the rays I imagine are frying my brain when the document is too fat to close the cover the whole way.
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Dearest Kristina,
I feel as though I will never be an employee without being a disgruntled one. I suggest the same for you.
Heart,
Kyle
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