I walked into my office at starlily. The name of the fashion magazine I work for. And there it was a large poster with my name on it it said. KOHANA go to see Jack Spleen now. His name matched him he looked like a spleen and he was lacking personality like his name Jack. He always wore brown. He had wavy hair about in his late 30s. Pale skin and little feet. Yes I look at feet. And his smelling sense was impeccable. This was the wrong day to choose to skip showering.And I was not looking forward to seeing him. Or him smelling me. He couldn’t be normal and leave a little post it on my desk.
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