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May 2, 2011
Sometimes Theo liked to draw women's faces on the whiteboard in his cubicle. He payed close attention to the eyes, sketching each lash precisely where they would appear on the fold of the eyelid. The end result was always someone he didn't know staring back at him. When the phone rang, he quickly erased it, ready to speak to someone he didn't know either. Only when he finished notating the call did he enjoy the silence once again. He knew today was the anniversary of his first kiss, and the whiteboard was as blank as AOL's inbox 14 years ago.