So many mornings I find myself breaking the dawn with sip of winged elixir concocted by mine own hands. This morning took a different tack. With a lack of fresh (bottled) water in all our office I abandon hope of defending the pride of our band. I sought and found a mursinary by the name McDonald to smite my day’s thirst for the potion of focus. Think of me not as defeated but on this day, I choose to survive and plan to rebuild.
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