She had a delicate nose, full curvy lips, slender hands. Blonde hair descending like a waterfall on the pale pink silk shirt.
She came closer to her. She had seen her several times in that place but never managed to have a conversation with her. Shaking hands, introducing names that would never be remembered in the following 10 minutes, what brought each one in that place, in that time, then sliding to what a horrible boss she had, describing the rumours she heard about her and the way she treats her children, because everyone knows her husband cheats on her and she knows as well and that’s her way to unburden the stress, and when she took holidays her workplace was the best place ever.
She suddenly felt like leaving.

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