"Hey, Jenko, can I ask you something? And don't make fun or anything."
I look up from my paperwork, to Doug Penhall sitting on the corner of my desk. "Sure. What's up?"
He takes a deep breath. "If I were to, ya know.... Wear a suit or something to work, would you go to dinner with me?"
I smile. "Sure, that'd be cool. But, if Hanson saw you in a suit, he'd die of shock."
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
