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angel on my shoulder

apparently i underestimated my influence over one of my assistants. (the other one is snarky and disrespectful, something i sigh about in public and chuckle/tear my hair out about in private.)

he told me about a conversation he had yesterday with his mother. (!)

his mother: you are FINALLY listening to that little voice in your head.
him: you mean grace?



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