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I have it bad for my grumpy boss. 


Mr. Mavis is thirty-five.

He shouldn’t be grumpier than an old man complaining about the summer heat. 

I witness his tender side when his daughter’s around. 

I’ve watched the grump from afar for years. 

I’m the reason he’s the way he is.

As much as I want a second chance with him, I know that can’t happen. 

Secrets, lies, and tragedy keep us apart. 

Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Moscato

  • Grumpy/sunshine trope


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