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"The cold hard truth bit into him like an early morning January sunrise."

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Ok,that's it,I'm done I quit..tomorrow's not yet nor am I.So I'll slide awhile on marbled tile of dreams and reams of paper.

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There once was a certain man who lived in a hotel on a main street of a large town .The common room faced the street and from where the man always sat, he could see the goings-on and passersby through the large picture window.He started to notice that the women who passed by would stare at him and smile,sometimes coyishly perhaps brushing a strand of hair from their faces at the last moment,and then rushing on.It continued for sometime.Finally,unable to contain himself,the man confided in his next door neighbour the startling facts.It was at this point Dwayne (his next door neighbour) stated the women,in fact,were not looking at him,but they were on their way some where and they were making sure they looked ok by checking themselves out in the reflection of the glass and that,in fact,none of them had even notice the man.Upon hearing this,the man promptly moved to another hotel.Dwayne never heard from the man again.