i'm in a senior administrator's office, watching her put finishing touches on an offer of employment to be administered by my organisation. we are editing the document, and she is going through it very carefully, and this, of course, bores me.
so I head back to the meeting table to start this blog. loading up my site, the sartorial motherfucker greets me. I twiddle my fingers, prepare to sign in, shift in my seat - turning slightly: a smiling sartorial motherfucker greets me.
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