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There is this girl at work I am friends with, simply because we both smoke. Illinois is fifteen minutes from work. That is where she lives. She's a nice girl. I don't really know too much about her. I do know she talks a mile a minute and never shuts up. We are supposed to get four to six inches of snow tonight. She came up to me today and told me if the weather gets bad, she will probably go get a change of clothes and come spend the night at our house. When did I invite her? This is probably the fifth time she's said something like this, never once prompted by me. On those days, I end up avoiding her and she doesn't say anything else about it. Maybe I am being bitchy, but I don't even know this girl. She dosn't come into work until 9:00, which means she would have a couple hours alone in our house. I don't like that idea at all. What the fuck is with these people. I would never assume someone wanted me at their house unless I was damn well asked. I need to start being a bigger bitch. Now I am very crabby.
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