I walked into the lunch room and looked into your old office. A habit I picked up back in April that I haven't been able to drop. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. There, in your old chair, sat you.
A quick second glance proved my sight false. It wasn't you. It was a new hire with a startlingly similar hair style from behind. But she was too short to be you. And a little fat. You aren't fat.
Anyway, I have fifteen minutes to get my heart back down to normal rhythm.
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