the other day my (hated, horrible) boss complimented me on my shoes. the day before i had dyed and sewn old buttons on them, and had been very pleased with the final product. so naturally i was horrified by her compliment. the thought that my tastes could align with hers made my throat seize up. i felt hexed. i wanted to yelp out a small eeuch! i hid my feet under the desk and said the shoes belonged to a friend. i tried to stave off the feeling of filthiness. i tried to keep from thinking we had something, anything in common.
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