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7d
Sometimes we'd arrive at work at the same time
and I'd always be plugged in to my white
headphones, fresh from an mp3 trawl

That morning he caught up with me as
we entered the packed lift 'Hey Lee
what are you listening to today?'

I thought about making something up
but just answered 'Psychedelic Horseshit'

    2nd floor
        3rd floor
            4th floor

and he never asked me again
workplace memory
Lee Holloway
Written by
Lee Holloway  M/London, United Kingdom
(M/London, United Kingdom)   
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   guy scutellaro
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