I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me? It started out as a normal day. I hit the snooze three times and woke up fifteen minutes later than I needed to be up. I ran out the door, with my coffee in hand, to make a twenty-minute drive in ten minutes. When I arrived at my office and got out of the car, I tried and spilled coffee all over my blouse. Of course, I did. I was wearing white. My tits were a magnet for messes, especially when they were covered in white. When I opened the front
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