From nine (well, eight actually) to five, I crunch numbers in a really tall building while figuring out an ace option for lunch other than the Twirl chocolates I'd been eyeing since the morning before. When I become unsure (of lunch, or numbers, or anything at all for that matter), I come down here to see buildings on water and write poems in my head.
And then things get a little better. Like they always do.
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