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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Girl with cool hair walks into the shop again, this time with 2 ah beng-ish guys in tow. Second time I've seen her, third time in the shop (at least) and immediately my colleague smirked at me because I had been gushing about her (hair). I punched his arm of course. Didnt dare to make eye contact because I was nervous FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON. Guess I'm intimidated.Labels: encounters, work
“The wind assaulted my hair at 2:17 AM”
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