There was once a smart girl that I had the privilege to work with. She held the same supervisory position as me but in a sales capacity. She was small but had a cute face in all the right places and loved to chat in her Brummie accent. She loved to club and occasionally we’d venture out of our town and into the city and she’d always invited us to call in on her night out and she’d suggest great places for us to try. Because of her partying lifestyle, she managed to land herself a dream husband who held that perfect occupation that all women loved; a fireman. Then she downsized her time to begin a course in childcare. Then she left the company for a new career. She had a boy then some years later a girl. She still pops into the store occasionally when she’s in the area.
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