NO PINS (for Danni)

by Mik

"What about this?"

"It's orange!" I protest, horrified.

A manic grin. "Yep."

"I will not wear an orange shirt."

He pushes it back onto the rack with a pout.

He has the nerve, looking flawless in Armani, to suggest that I wear an orange shirt to my annual review.

He has the nerve to be hurt because I refuse. "I'll look like a traffic cone."

He nods, flipping through boring white shirts.

"Agent Mulder, do you know what I cannot stand about you?" I growl.

He stops flipping shirts to look up, alarmed. "What?"

Grabbing the orange shirt, I sigh, "Nothing."

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