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The Man Who Never Stopped Waiting
I met him outside Connolly Station on a wet Tuesday in February, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle into your clothes and stay there. I was…
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I Fell for My Boss During a Business Trip to Belfast
I used to think falling for someone happened in grand, obvious ways. Music swelling, rain at the right moment, some clear sign that life had turned a corner. In reality, I fell…
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We Shared a Hotel Room but Never Crossed the Line
I met Cian on a wet Thursday outside Heuston Station, both of us pretending we weren’t completely lost. We were there for the same work conference, the kind with name badges, lukewarm…
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I Fell for My Boss During a Business Trip to Belfast
I used to think falling in love at work was something that happened to people with messy calendars and no sense of self-preservation. I was thirty-two, living in a small flat near…