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In work i sit across from someone the likes of whom i have never before encountered. Her prettiness is apparent to most, and i must say that those it is not apparent to, she makes sure that the image is burned into lobes aplenty. I do not profess to be of any great intellect, i have not made with an IQ test and i have not read the Chekov. I am not bursting with conversation pieces unless they are ham pieces ( i believe this may be a Scottish pun, apologies to the overseas readers, oh and anyone else not able to get it.)

The thing about her is that she is very beautiful. She smiles a lot and has glossier hair than black beauty. She even began to wear spectacles recently, which must have been a big stretch for her, but made her appeal to me even more. The mild geek factor creeping in.

When i look across the desk into her eyes i am amazed on many levels. They are crystalline, a pure and sparklingly clear pale blue, flecked with diamond and silver. The most amazing thing about them though is that you can see right through her eyes and into her skull. Here, one would expect to see a brain in its full flow, calculating, tinking and such, but this is not the case with her. I can see a merry-go-round, endlessly turning and if i strain, i can even hear the wheezy organ music that accompanies such a thing. Each of the horses is composed of the key factors of her life. There are four horses. The first horse is, Noodles for Lunch. The second, Fanny wax. The third, What is for tea? And finally, there occasionally crops up, a big shoe, not a horse at all.

I have been tempted on occasion to creep up and blow deeply into her ear to see if the fairground sound gets amplified through her trumpet mouth, but i fear a sexual harassment case.