Kelly Kapoor was the non-stop talkative Indian at Scranton Dunder Mifflin. She was beautiful in almost everyone’s eyes, her problem was she couldn’t stop talking. She has beautiful brown eyes and jet black hair. She wore a tight black skirt with a red ribbon wrapped around it and a purple crop top, which would never fly under normal work but since today was women empowerment day, they were allowed to wear whatever they wanted. Kelly walks in with her usually nagging voice which would already be annoying to anyone there, but at Michaels size it was deafening. Kelly must love talking to herself because that’s exactly what she was doing. “Oh my god...I totally can’t believe it’s just me and the girls today, I finally get to tell them all about boys and this cute one I met last night and the one before that.. and then how they totally fought for me!” Kelly’s voice boomed in Michaels ears and Kelly’s ankles were the size of Tree Trunks and they were thick too as she kept walking and talking flipping her hair with her hand as she wore tall winter boots and suddenly that same boot enveloped Michael in darkness as she lifted her boot off the ground for another step and hovered it over Michael.
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