Last night, sitting next to a rollergirl compatriot, we dreamt of stealing away to Mexico for a month or the rest of our lives. Even if it was on one of those buses that takes people home by way of every city in Southern Texas before stopping in Juarez. "We just have to cross the border."Me, in my clarity. What would it matter anyway? Then we'd
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I LOVE your writing.
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this captures to a T the emptiness of cubicle-dwelling.
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Secondly ... your writing style is absolutely exquisite.
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Wow, good luck with settling into the new position. :)
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