About eight years after moving from Massachusetts to New Hampshire, I got a job where I coincidentally ended up working with the older brother of a guy that my best friend dated in high school... He is my best friend; I can tell him anything, and he keeps me safe and grounded. I am the happiest I've ever been and regret nothing.
One day, M asked me to help him with something in one of the supply closets. He pulled me aside and asked if everything was okay because I had been avoiding him... We ended up hooking up right there in the closet at work.
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