Fluffy Windover's Diary
By Fluffy Windover, a girl after your own heart.
4.8.06
Take a number, kid.
To the tousled-hair intern who looks like he's about 20 and probably fancies himself quite the lady killer: I'm married, so stop flirting with me in the elevator.
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