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me. Before I can think about what I am

doing, I'm climbing in my car and

speeding down the highway. The roads

are slick, and I know I have to pull

myself together if I am going to get there

safely. I pull up at his office building,

knowing I look a state in my yoga pants,

Guns N' Roses T-shirt, and a top knot,

but I don't give a fuck.

I march right in and ride the lift up

to the fourth floor. The open plan is