No Offense But
No offense, she said, but I want you to stay as you are.
I stopped dead in my tracks halfway to my car.
What do you mean? I asked with a quiver in my voice.
She is kind of a mean girl, my co-worker Joyce.
You are totally strange, she said, weird, I am sure you knew.
As a matter of fact, I have always half wondered about you.
I did not know what she meant, I totally did not see.
I want you to stay the same, she said. “weird like me.”
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