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Magnetic poetry words are spread out on my desk, a Cabbage Patch doll is in the chair next to me and the doll's owner has run off to play with plastic fruit, stuffed animals, and my decorative birdhouses in another room. Otherwise, it's a quiet day at the office. I think I've been invited to lunch with the doll owner, but need to confirm with the doll owner's parent. On top of that, I'm fairly certain that I don't have to come back to the office after lunch.
Dreamer
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