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Our elevators are mirrored. Our doors to all the hallways are a reflective glass. Our actual hallways have a shiny plastic that also reflects. Do you REALLY think that everytime I pass you, I don't notice how you blatantly turn around to stare at my butt/legs/whatever? AND, you're definitely older than my father, yuck. One of these days I'm going to turn around and say something...because its starting to make me feel super uncomfortable.
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