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Wednesday 17 February 2010

the pick-up

He opens the door and comes outside. He's wearing dark sunglasses but there's no sun, it's gloomy outside.
"Smokers are all here," he says.
"Where else are they supposed to smoke?" She responds.
"You work in this building?" He asks her.
"Yeah."
He opens the door and leans on it. Half his body is outside, while the rest is in the warmth of the building.
"What do you do?" He asks.
"I work at an agency," she responds.
"Will you have coffee with me sometime?"
She smiles. "No, sorry."
"Why not?" He asks.
"Because I don't have coffee with strangers."

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