ork； whether it？s a cute coworker or a cute customer。
（Anybody remember howD first came across yoga girl？ Let me tell you； it wasn？t by wandering
into a Bikram class。 。 。 。）
2） What better way to learn the value of a hard day？s work and feel the satisfaction of earning
your money？ Ha！ Are they still telling those lies？
3） I hear hard labor burns a ton of calories！
So to PHM； keep your chin up； and keep on plugging！ That？s all for now； dears。 This little
worker bee needs to refresh her makeup； recharge her laptop battery； and pack up for a little road
trip。 。 。 。
You know you love me。
gossip girl
d； hot and bothered again
？Davey； Humphrey； Bogart； whatever your name is； speed it up。？
All the managers at the Strand had the same authoritative bark that never failed to make Dan
stand up a little straighter。 He looked left and right but couldn？t tell where the mand had e
from。
？You waiting for an engraved invitation； madam？？ Phil； a balding； failed Ph。D。 candidate who
loved to make the afternoon shifts hell； popped his head around an old rusty metal shelf。
？Asshole；？ Dan muttered as he pushed the groaning cart of to…be…shelved books。
Sensitive much？
The cracked rubber wheels squeaked and clacked as Dan pushed the rickety cart down the long；
narrow aisle； past the outdated travel guides。 He took a deep breath； immersing himself in the
familiar rhythm of picking up a book； determining the last name of the author； and locating its spot
on the shelf。 It was a sure way to let his subconscious speak to him：
？
Hairy kiss？burn my chin
The sick taste of absinthe in my throat
Deep in my gullet； sore