It had always been a fight, and the end was no different. But when the dust settled, it wasn't his bruised sense of pride that he was worried about. The half-dizzy haze that had devoured his thoughts was ruptured by a single question:
"How can I fix this?"
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Local Natives,
Who Knows Who Cares
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