she's perfect. for me. just perfect.
yet, every single time i stop and speak to her she just smiles past me, like i'm not even there; and what's worse is that she still looks hot while she's doing it.
here she is:
fucking perfect.
yes, this is very reminiscent of that episode of the office where michael scott falls in love with the chair catalogue chick... whom dwight later finds out is actually dead.
my love is probably dead too.
at least, that's what i'm gonna tell myself until tax season is over and she moves the fuck away.
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