His nickname sounds quite gay, and in some way, something about him made me feel he was. He used to work on this floor, and I used to bump into him quite often, but haven’t seen him for a while now. He constantly smiled at me from across the room or the cafeteria. One of the many encounters, definitely my favorite one was on my way to the loo, he was walking by with a pot of cherries and smiled at me in the hallway offering me some.

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