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Rumors

I love hearing rumors about myself.  It's like hearing about your alter ego.  This rumor was three years old, but I still appreciated it:

Rumor has it that I made out in the file room at work with some guy.  The person telling me this couldn't remember who.  I think what happened is that this was a joke that was misinterpreted.  The joke was based on this guy bragging that even though I was "hard to get," he had made out with me.  I think the bragging was based on reality, but I don't know because I don't know who was claiming to have made out with me.  Not that I've made out with a lot of my co-workers.  I've only made out with ex-coworkers, so that doesn't really count.  Right?  Right!

Anyway, I've learned that I'm hard to get and the best make out date with me is at the library.  XOXOX

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