He was running late…as usual. The man needed to be out the door in the next five minutes if he wanted to make the meeting on time. So, after a few bites off a cold, leftover slice of pizza and a few slugs of Coke Zero, he scurried to the closet to grab his leather […]
He regarded himself as a strong man. Finally. He was now looking at three decades in the rear-view mirror and he was at the place where the road widened a bit, the knots loosened and the monsters of uncertainty and awkwardness that took up residence in his brain for so long begrudgingly acquiesced to confidence […]
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