What belongs to me?
Do my eyes?
My hair?
My skin?
My heart?
No.
They all belong to someone else.
I'd like them back now,
please.
Dressing Down The Boss
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When I was nineteen, I got my first real office job. We weren’t
customer-facing, so everyone dressed really casually. Jeans, ...
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