The Agent
"Hey Babe, this milk doesn't spoil for another 8 days. Let's go smell a rose."

"When I have a child, hopefully a son, I hope he has your looks but not your personality"

If this offends you, then have a cocktail. If you would like to reach out, email me at TheAgentWrites[dot]Gmail.com.

Friday, November 21, 2008

my ideal crime? i rob tiffanys. do i go for the safe? no. too obvious. i go for the chandiler, priceless. as im taking it down, a woman catches me. her father owns the store. her name is tiffany. we make love all night. in the morning, the police show up. i leave dressed as one of them. i tell her we must split up, and to meet me in canada. i go to mexico, i do not trust her. years later, i get a call. i have a son. i tell her to meet me in paris. she waits for me there. i go to belgium. she is still in paris, for she can not find another lover 
—Dwight Schrute
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