Wearing my black, two thousand dollar suit, I almost float down the street with a confident swagger. My over coat is snug, tight to my body as to keep me warm, and my suit immaculate. The smell of fresh pretzels and old vagabonds somehow give me an at-home feeling. As I come into view of my building, a confident smirk crosses my face as I review statistics in my mind...
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As I come into view of my building, a confident smirk crosses my face as I review statistics in my mind. Entering into my office, I always stop and think to myself: "Ah, my battlefield and my sanctuary." It is seven in the morning, and I am ready for anything that comes my way. I look at my black book...
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My Alarming Dream Only after I've set the clock down, do I notice the face has been frosted over by the night's dew. The ticking hands run behind an opaque wall of ice doing their best to keep the time despite their arctic environment...	2 / 467