Late last night, I'm so tired I'm crying, the smell of stale hamburgers in the room, mugs of cold coffee everywhere, patient texting from our loved ones wondering where we are, the night janitors have started vacuuming, the heating's too low and all I can think of is bed bed bed. Mary relaxes and stretches her arms way over her head. She looks at all the work we've done. She sighs happily and utters the perfect words:
Anna! I love us.
Thank you, Marylove. I love us too.
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You girls maybe need an intern? Just asking!
I'd love to try a job where a boss uses the word "love" referring to at least one other human being directly involved in the company's business...
Haha, if only she were my boss! But there's always room for an eloquent Frenchman in our crew, who could resist an Aymerish intern?
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