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For the second week in a row I have been late at work, in order to reduce the reports of the four departments of our company into a general annual report. In principle, I did not do it alone, and not in a hurry, so I did not strain much. Yes, and lasted no more than two hours. Exactly at six our most zealous worker left, according to her I watched and checked. Oh yes. I worked not alone, but with my boss. Anatoly Stepanovich came to our office two years after graduating from higher. They talked about him a lot, but after a couple ...
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I pull back the skirt and straighten the strap again, and then knock on the door. I hear the voice of Nikolai Pavlovich, but I don’t understand what he says, so I slip into the office and freeze on the threshold.
Nikolai Pavlovich is only twenty-six. He is still not married, but there are strange rumors in the group about his predrastyahs with respect to undergraduates. For me, Nikolai Pavlovich was the ideal of a man, so I brushed aside all the rumors and continued to secretly love him. Until yesterday, perhaps.
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Nikolai Pavlovich is only twenty-six. He is still not married, but there are strange rumors in the group about his predrastyahs with respect to undergraduates. For me, Nikolai Pavlovich was the ideal of a man, so I brushed aside all the rumors and continued to secretly love him. Until yesterday, perhaps.
On...
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