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November 15, 2011
From 11/14

We stood, facing each other: he, grinding his teeth and regarding me with a blend of admiration and amusement; and I, wearing an obscenely fake smile, wanting desperately to flee the room. The usual. The only things out of context were our physical forms.

We made lame comments about how "funny" it was to see each other outside the office. I said I felt like I should be revising a document.

The following Monday, as he shuffled to my desk, grinding his teeth, a document in hand, he was beaming. And for some reason I felt like crying.