My buddy Rupert is somewhat despondent.
He hasn't seen "Miss K" in a couple of days.
He tells me that things just aren't the same when she's not there, gliding across the floor with her usual graceful divinity. She is his light, his inspiration, his muse. In short, she is one of the very few things keep him coming back to work each day. When she's not there, he wonders where there's hope.
I told Rupert that he's hopeless, alright.
One of these days I'm going to give him a big gold trophy for his dramatics.
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