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Mrs. W.D.Delemas was a meticulous old woman. Her tiny table in the corner of our office was immaculate. Pens and pencils were stacked neatly in a cup. If you needed an eraser or a marker, she was the one you asked. She maintained our expense bills and she was absolutely honest. Mr. Desai, our boss, cited her as an example. Her only bizarre trait was that she kept a cup of straightened paper clips. No one knew or bothered why.
Mrs. Delemas died this Sunday. Mr. Desai told me to dispose her stuff. I’ll get to it, once I prepare his fudged expense claims.
NOTE: This piece of fiction is in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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