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Still Have Me.
I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off.
Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word.
After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person.
"Hi how are you doing?"
I don't like asking people this question because it's always pretentious, on both sides. When someone asks how you're doing they don't really care to know how you're really doing, and when people answer that question, they always feel the need to give just one answer, the expected answer.Today I ask because I'm need
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