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July 15, 2003
...touch of her fingers on his cheek. The kiss. Jack rubbed his forehead when he thought about the kiss. He still had no idea why she had done that, or what she was up to, but he was determined to find out. Ignoring his suddenly queasy stomach, Jack pushed open the door in front of him and entered his office. The weak light from the overhead lamp shone down on his face, casting it into shadow. Jack grimaced slightly, as he always did when he entered this hellhole he called his work place, and quickly walked towards his desk in...