Next thing you know she'll be hanging out 10 hours a day with a dude in a track suit named Ivan and wearing 400 hair clips and gold lamé leotards.
Marguerite and I cooked it up in the kitchen, matching aprons and all, which partly left me wanting to put on a suit and find a happy hour and some colleagues, but mostly made me happy that I have such good company.
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