Entries By Aimee Naragashi
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His shirt suddenly felt too constrictive. Or the room was too hot. Or both.
He wasn’t really sure; all he could be sure of was that his boss was definitely trying to kill him.
The new secretary bent over again. Did she have to keep dropping that pen?Posted By Aimee Naragashi On 08.27.2011 @ 8:48 pm
She didn’t know when it had become like this, really. The years sort of blurred together in her head… Concussions and contusions hadn’t really helped to that end, either.
It was all dangerous…It was all her life. She wouldn’t change it for the world, regardless.Posted By Aimee Naragashi On 07.20.2011 @ 10:46 pm