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The Daily Grind

  He glanced over at the clock with one eye, four thirty a.m., again. Rolling back on his pillow, he looked up at the ceiling in the darkness, seeing nothing. His mind started its usual morning walk through of the “must-do’s”, “should-do’s” and “want-to-do’s” of the...

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