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around the water cooler and giggle and referring whispered excitement to Horace as horse.
It was late one evening. I thought I was alone in the office. I was busy hammering out a
story that had to meet a deadline next day. Suddenly I could feel his eyes on me.
Sorry to interrupt your work, Miss Leonard. I deliver these at night when everybody's gone home. It's easier.
Tell me, what do the girls call you, Horace?