By Naomi Neale
After spending so much of her twenties in limboworking at seasonal jobs and relationship a chain of commutement-challenged mentwenty-eight-year-old Nan Cloutier is decided to allow cross of her prior and current hurts, discover a everlasting activity, and fall in love with the precise guy.
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All afternoon, visitors to Mercer-Iverson had lined up by the hundreds to sit their children on our Christmas Grinch's lap. Lucky me—my job required being nice to all of them. The evil overlords of Who-ville demanded compulsory cheeriness, including to sleepy-looking girls and their lecherous grandfathers. I was even luckier because Mercer-Iverson had seen fit to stuff its seasonal workers into uniforms that brought a new dimension to the word tights. The millennial fabric squeezing all oxygen from my bloodstream seemed to have been genetically modified with the DNA of a boa constrictor.
He had retreated a couple of steps. "All that teasing's so unfair," I said. " "Too many times. " He sounded incredulous. Not, I suspected, at the length of the time, but more at the notion that anyone could resist him for so long. Once again he wrapped his arms around me. "Friendship hug, friendship hug," he swore, when he felt me tense up. Damien kept his hands squarely around my middle, away from any dangerous spots. "No wandering fingers," I warned. He rocked me in front of the mirror, his head over my shoulder.
Calendar Girl by Naomi Neale