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Her name was Marilyn, she said, as we stood smoking a furtive cigarette outside our respective work-places. She was a large lady, probably 200 pounds and 6 feet tall in her high heels. And while I’m not usually attracted to big woman, there was something about Marilyn that drew me to her. She had a pretty face framed by long, black hair but it was her confident manner, her casual frankness and her easy, infectious laugh I remember most – and to which I responded as I got to know her better.

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Sure, go ahead and call me a square. But I’ll bet I make more money than you do. Besides, being an accountant isn’t all that bad. It’s just like taking the class in high school over and over again; you start to know what’s coming, and it gets easier all the time! Same shit, different day. But this time I didn’t see or know what was coming. My secretary got sacked after her third DUI.

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