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His Last Kiss
Mark didnt show up to work yesterday, he didnt bother to text me about any work related things. I don't know if he is ignoring me because of Monday's incident. He looked pretty pissed at me, tearing up my business plan. One that could've saved us from the policy. I'm pretty sure that he is staying away because of the policy too. He isn't at work today either, so I just sit at my desk and go through documents. I go into his office, which is still opaque, and I check the files. I sit on the ground, with scattered documents by a filing cabinet. Working in his office gives me comfort, it's like I can still smell his scent. "What are you doing here?" I jump with a fright. I look over my shoulder to see Mark standing there in black jeans and a white t-shirt. My hand goes to my chest to stead
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