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The copy room was still cramped even after the tech finished re-organizing the empty computer boxes. He tried to make up for taking over the work shelf that the staff used for sorting and stapling, but a two-foot high box was too low for a bench; so he had to share the shelf.

On the screen, he was reading page three of a twenty-page contract when the printer-copier's engine revved up and spat a few print outs. Soon thereafter, she came into the room to get the sheets and staple them. As she leaned her body weight into the manual stapler (forgoing the electric one), her body and hair crossed the threshold of his personal space. No complaints from him surely, as his senses took in the sweet and deep scent of this beautiful woman in the warm and confined space. Life seems so wonderful to him when a woman's mere presence fills Space. Take it in, love it, love life- it's every moment. Take the memory home with you on the train.

She finishes and he thanks her secretly. Again, he reads the contract without feigning attention. Shortly, the copier's servo-motors and gears fill the room with a salvo of quick and precise noises. He waits and hopes that it is her once more, the expectation of her body in the same room as his is a wonderful thought. What a lucky guy he is. She walks in, grabs the print outs and proceeds to staple the sheets in his personal space. He stares past the screen into his mind once more. Time, fill me with this irresistible aroma of woman…She exits again. Back to work Marcos, you're still on page three of 9-point Times New Roman. But shortly, the copier launches into the longest print run yet. He calculates how much more force she will have to put into the stapler… With every page he grins how much more she will lean in his direction. Great. Just great. He looks at the screen expectantly. He looks at the screen. He thinks. He waits, and waits...and then he actually reads again. He realized it was his own print job.

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