"First when there's nuthin'...," I sing at my desk, my voice rich and ridiculous, "but a slooooow, glowing dream...."
But Beverly, my cubemate, knows this game, knows I'm trying to get a song stuck in her head. "Stop it," she says sharply, without even looking up from her computer.
"You don't like Irene Cara?" I ask innocently.
One year ago today: Willful
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