“Hey, Wolf. Who is Annie?  She has called her several times today, and left the same message: ‘Quit stalking me.'”

“I have absolutely no idea, Minnie.  The only Annie I know is dead to me.”

“You mean she is no longer alive?”

“Oh, she is alive all right.  Not only do I see her every day at work, but she is on facebook and refuses to acknowledge my existence.  She is such a sweet looking thing, with those wild leggings and corsets, flying around the office with a determined look on her face.  She is so short, she can’t see over her cube.  She is a puppeteer, a photographer and a mother to 2 little boys.  Her zucchini bread is to die for. And, she is a peacekeeper.  She sits between Kelly and Jasmine, and referees.”

“So you do know Annie.”

“I know that she loves chocolate and croissants, and is always willing to jump in and help the rest of us goofs, when we need it. She has bears in her yard, and lived in New York City. She bounces when she walks, and all the guys in the warehouse are crazy about her.  And believe it or not, she is friends with Pat. She never tells Pat to shut up.”

“Could it be that you are too obnoxious for this sweet little thing?”

“She isn’t that sweet, Minnie. You should hear some of her zingers. Quite witty, that kid is.”

“So your only complaint is that she refuses to friend you on facebook?”

“Well, I prefer to look at it as a challenge. It’s a hell of a lot more exciting to stalk her, to let her know that she can’t escape the inevitable.”

“What’s that?”

“She can run, but she can’t hide.”

 

Wolf

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