My lover came to visit me in the frigid evening. It wasn’t too late, but the sun was long gone. I remember frayed jeans sheltering black stilettos, walking across the shaggy brown carpet. I remember a smooth face, with dark shimmery hair and warm eyes. I remember the ceiling, and pillows obscuring my vision. I remember the frost on the window
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well, i just ate all of the cookies i was going to give you. all of them.
so, tryst in the copy room tomorrow? i'll have the guard let you in.
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