Luck doesn't win you games. Hard word does.
Part 1 - Click Here "I see you here everyday. Same bench. Same drink. What is it that you mourn?" he asks. His face gleamed with confidence. I assume his life is perfect. I sigh. I take a sip from my bottle and tell him, "My mother passed away. A week ago. In her dying … Continue reading The Exordium – 2
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