God help me....she laughs like a horse every night....just when the day's work is winding down and one's body can finally reclaim it's harried spirit...then she laughs...a sound between a the rusty twang of a month old tin can and a horse's neigh....
She is not amusing at all but people smile at her antics...me? I cringe...cringe...cringe....... Some even call her darling...sweetheart...
I call her...just by name...or her....
Her voice...it doesn't create chills in me...instead, it makes me boil and seethe....
All because she seems to fit the role of the office ninny....
...........can I just walk over there and staple her mouth shut?
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