you are mine five days a week.
i look forward to seeing you each morning. i fret when you are about to leave at the end of the day.
i rub elbows with you many times in a span of one week.
we shout with laughter...we snicker mischievously...we whisper private jokes....we curse the people who make our life hell.
we go from flirting outrageously to working like mad dogs the next minute.
everything is going well except for one little thing.
i'm falling for you.
secretly....i'm hoping you can be mine seven days a week. plus the nights too.
somebody, kill me now. please.
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Memoirs of the woman who was once called Okashi Kyouki..
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