"Hey, you. Over here."

She calls me over there to look over something, but I'm not looking. I'm smelling. She smells brilliant that's what makes her noticeable. Seconds after she enters the room, her fragrance hits the nose, and I can't help but be reminded that there is a god.

"Thanks for the help."

Now I'm back at my desk. Heaven is over there. Hell is here, myself, in my skin and nothing can bridge the chasm between the perdition and paradise.

"Off to lunch!"

Just this once, let me go with. It's better to not eat alone. I know it is. I read it in a book that told me so even while I was alone.

"Goodnight. See ya tomorrow."

Yes, we will. I'll restart this thread once more in the morning.

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