Perhaps I'm engineered to work, not study. That's probably why I love my work to death, although it involves a killer amount of paperwork and an absolute monarchy cycle. I love the adrenaline rush I get whenever my boss dumps a shitload of files on my desk. And hey, I've got my own cubicle. How cool's that? I get to decorate my work space with whatever I wish. And if she's contemplating an extension to my contract, I promise I'll treat all my close friends. So, how close are you to me to be able to leverage on my gloating habit?
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The bugbear's tempting me again. Yes, I'm neunzehn Jahre alt (or 19 years old in German), but I'm still getting my foot caught up in all this lovey-dovey teeny-bopper shit. And the last thing I'll ever need is a temptation. Yikes. Boys, get away from me. Far, far away.
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