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Across the Street

February 10, 2013
In this team room I find myself, there resides my neighbor across the street. He is rather OCD. His desk is cleaned to a reflective sheen every morning, afternoon and evening. You could operate on his anti-bacterial desk. Even the grooming which goes for the devil-may-care look, is still too refi...
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