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Madame...

He keeps talking about his job
He is planning to go on training
She is his boss, a Madame
He  smiles when  she enters the office
she knows he can make a delicious pizza
She likes  it with some olive oil on the top
She said to him one day
He needs to take a shower
She whispered to her colleague
I hate his smell.
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