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James Bond

I was working in an office doing quite a dull job, surrounded by men and women a lot older than me. I was the office junior and token young person. Most of my colleagues were nice, apart from one woman in the next department. She was OK but to my 18-year-old self, she was just so so boring. Her name was Maureen, and whenever she had the chance she used to corner me and talk to me about her daughters, and her allotment and jam-making, and lots of things I had no absolutely no interest in at all, I would always try to make excuses not to talk to her.

One day a new girl started temping in the next department, the same age as me, and really attractive too, apparently she was working for the summer while she was home from university.
Now usually I am a very timid and awkward man, but on this day I saw her on her own at lunchtime in the canteen and decided to go over and sit next to her. I don't know what came over me, maybe it was because the only person I'd had to talk to of my o…


I was in a rush to catch my evening train home to Cambridgeshire. It’s a long journey and I didn’t want to make it any longer by missing my train. First though needed to pick up a parcel on the way from a shop local to the office I work at.  I grabbed the parcel (some expensive new work trousers) and shoved it into my rucksack.
At Kings Cross, I ran for the train and just made it, and more to my surprise managed to get the last seat in the carriage.
The journey takes just under two hours, so I unloaded my rucksack to get my tablet and catch up on some Game of Thrones.
About an hour into my journey I heard the ticket inspector making his way through the train, so once again picked up my rucksack from the floor to find my season ticket.
Under the seat in front of me I noticed a package, “Someone must have forgotten some shopping.” I thought to myself. This was my chance to do a good deed for the day. When the ticket inspector arrived at me I gave the parcel to him, asking he could give…

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