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... armth that stayed with me long after I’d returned to the garlic-scented solitude of my flat.
Her business card sat on my desk, propped up against the base of my monitor, a tangible piece of evidence that the world outside my head was starting to notice me. It was a terrifying and deeply satisfying thought.
Her parting words, "I have a feeling you’ve got a few more stories in you," echoed in my mind. I didn’t have stories. But I had data. And I was beginning to realize that, in th ...
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