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There was a time Jim wanted more in life.
For the most part, he had managed to convince himself all the things he wanted to be were impossible, and that he ought to just give up and deal with the crappy cards he was dealt. Becoming some big name writer was an almost impossible goal, especially for someone his age, so why bother?
He had thought he had moved on from that, but there he was, suddenly saddled with a job he didn't entirely know he could do. And Pam? He didn't even know what Pam would think, especially when he went ahead and agreed to this without talking to her.
He lingered outside the door before forcing himself to go inside their room. Best to just bite the bullet, so to speak.
For the most part, he had managed to convince himself all the things he wanted to be were impossible, and that he ought to just give up and deal with the crappy cards he was dealt. Becoming some big name writer was an almost impossible goal, especially for someone his age, so why bother?
He had thought he had moved on from that, but there he was, suddenly saddled with a job he didn't entirely know he could do. And Pam? He didn't even know what Pam would think, especially when he went ahead and agreed to this without talking to her.
He lingered outside the door before forcing himself to go inside their room. Best to just bite the bullet, so to speak.