Annie returns with a purple dress in hand. She moves her laptop around so that there's space behind her and she stands in the living room. She holds the purple dress against her body, it's form fitting, goes down to her knees, and would bear most of her arms.
I should tell her to stop, but I don't.
"How about this for the office?" she asks. "I'll wear it next week."
"That would be great, Annie, it's a beautiful dress, but I shouldn't be telling you what to wear. Let's be clear about that."
"Our secret. I've been wanting to update my wardrobe. So I'm grateful for any feedback."
"Whatever keeps your n*****s from showing in the office."
She blushes. "Never."
When her face turns red we both laugh. I'd love to keep talking to her, but I shouldn't, not in the direction where I know s……
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