“Only six more weeks,” I’d think to myself. “Just hold it together for 42 more days, and the rewards will be rich. Rich… beyond your wildest dreams.”
This self-coaching became a ritual throughout summer quarter at school. Every morning in the shower, I’d reassure myself that no matter what sort of drudge and drudgery1 the day might bring, my eyes
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But right when he talked bad about other people.
I lost my respect for him.
He's not that great of a singer.
I heard better.
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