Living to die. Watching the clock. What an odd end to such a great story, a fictional story. Fiction. Just before lunch hour Bob walked over to Ann's desk. Flowers held up to her face. Dissapointed and puzzled and hurt all at the same time. I'm sorry. What good is a leader who hates himself?

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Boutonniere for the Gentleman song meanings
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