Approaching celebration

One of the Major Office Babes arrived at my section with a Birthday Brownie. “Whose birthday?” I asked.

“Mine. Tomorrow, anyway.” And on the way out the door, a number about six to ten percent higher than I had expected to hear.

“Dayum,” said I, almost reverently.

She grinned. “Should I sell my DNA on eBay?”

“I’d buy it. And I’m not even a girl.”

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