Being Grateful For The Little Things Still Gets You Walked Over; Musings From The Tram
Day 149 of The Andie Chronicles
“It’s Michelle, isn’t it?”
I was taking a stab in the dark at the name of this raven-haired woman, leaning on one stiletto heel by the photocopier.
I only took the guess because her face looked almost like the email avatar belonging to 'Michelle'.
She was vigorously flicking through a fabric sample book, similar to the ones in my office. Yet hers seemed a …
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