I’m working late tonight. This has been happening a lot lately. Sometimes, when everyone else has gone home, I like to take off all of my clothes and sit in Clodagh's chair. She brings personal items from the outside to brighten her workspace. I wonder at what these trinkets must mean to her.
I like Clodagh’s seat - high-backed, faux leather and where she has sat it smells like a salami sandwich at the seaside.
Hello I am a follower...I will slavishly follow you wherever it might take me; I am naught but a stain on the very fabric of whatever item of clothing you have absentmindedly dropped to the floor as you whittle about your condominium lost in contemplation of your own infinite, fetid sexiness. I await your next blog with a fevered sweat and bloody knees.
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