Not-so-kind Indulgence

I think I’ve slowly begun to crack.
Listening to her mindless babble about herself, her life, blah blah blah.
Why do I have to be stuck with her for eight hours listening to this crap.
I really do not care.
But I DO have to work with her, so I smile when I’m supposed to, nod when expected, express interest when I should.

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