I seem to have been adopted. Two days in a row I've been rooting 'round in the office kitchen for some PB&J or a granola bar or something (they keep some snacks around for us) and the same coworker has come up and given me food- pizza the first time, homecooked ziti this time.
I'll happily take full advantage of the overactive maternal instincts for as long as she wishes to keep feeding the "office garbage disposal" as I am called for never having a preference when we order food- I will eat almost anything.
I'll happily take full advantage of the overactive maternal instincts for as long as she wishes to keep feeding the "office garbage disposal" as I am called for never having a preference when we order food- I will eat almost anything.
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