Life is packed with curses, albeit some are more subtle than others, and we must either adapt to the impact of these misfortunes or lay victim at the mercy of that cold hearted bitch we call Fate.
Essentially it demonstrates strength in livelihood to tackle the bitch and fight the credentials instilled in you since before time and space were even considered quantifying as algorithmic variables with a sustained outcome.
It's possibly a curse that I studied psychology prior to marketing and perhaps more so now that I've piqued an interest in activation of the ventrical fusiform cortex. Perhaps then I wouldn't be accustomed to the awkwardness that I feel in my bones when I can tell that I'm being perceived as a sex toy dangling from the rafters atop the small confines of his mind.
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