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She wanted to talk about work, her work.

He wanted to know where she got her dark hair and dark eyes.

She wanted to discuss her accomplishments.

He wanted to know if she ever went back home to taunt the boys with her beauty.

Drowning in confusion and rage, she shut off her brain reflexively

And clutched her fist around her resume instead of his jaw.

This was the easiest job decision she would make.

 

 

 

 

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