Spoke to a beautiful woman today. I kept writing to her, she kept writing to me.
At the end of my work day, I had done next to nothing. It was embarrassing to the point I am considering registering it as a vacation day.
I wrote to tell her about it.
Not my finest hour, I wrote.
But some damned fine minutes on the way.

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