The meeting was boring as usual. He'd dozed off, as usual.
It's not a dream if you can will it. Why not? Does this then qualify as thinking? You don't think so? Who the fuck are you arguing with? You don't know? What are you doing anyway? You know what's more embarrassing? That you care enough to think your life is embarrassing. That it is, isn't. That you think it is, is.
His name was called out. He's travelling to Baltimore. Clients were more fun. At least they kept his honesty from himself.
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