I'm sitting at my desk in the middle of the day and she sits next to me (tall, thin, a former ballerina), leans over, smiles, then unzips me. I smile, see the dirty boy at the end of the row over her shoulder staring completely jaw dropped, wink at him, then get a phone call. I turn around, answer the phone while I zip back up. Someone near me says
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