CHAPTER 23
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quot;ts a good idea. Maybe youll get inspired to go back yourself.quot;
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I fiddled he porcelain ear of my coffee cup.
quot;Its time to get started, Co stop kidding yourself and gro out from beo sc;
I attempted not to let my frustration and res