I was forced to leave my desk and go to lunch one hour earlier than expected. This next precious hour was to be spent finding the perfect place to enjoy my lunch, but, being uprooted from my desk without a plan, I took the easy way out. A mere ten steps from the building that houses the financial company that I call my morning receptionist temp job
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Where you working?
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seeing as we are related? I don't know. Ha. Man You're grown now, and very analytical. Nice. I'd be insane if I thought that much, if I'm not already. Yea. This is a really random fucking comment honestly and I'm not sure why I'm leaving it. But lately in
my life I don't know why I do anything. Well...anyways. I think you've grown into a smart young lady. Keep in touch if you want? Man. I feel incredibly awkward. Like a sixth grader. Lame. Ahaa.
Email-rebeccaprusak@yahoo.com
Myspace-Myspace.com/rainbowsandmushrooms.
Yeeea your half sister,
Rebecca.
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