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This is my office. This couch. That dog. It is a comfortable place to sit for an hour or two at a time, but if I sit there all day my body tells me the

The Why of Hard

I was a lazy kid. I want that out front lest my parents read this and think I'm trying to pass myself off as some paragon of mental fortitude. I shirked with

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