My life occurs mostly in boxes. Each morning, I leave my box-home, drive my box-car to my box-building, ride the box-elevator to my box-office, stare at the glowing box on my desk, eat a boxed lunch, hop from box-room fir various meetings (here we're encouraged to think outside, you guessed it, the box), drive my box-care back to my box-home, microwave a box-dinner, which I eat in front of the idiot box in my box-shaped livingroom. I do this five or six days a week, fifty weeks a year. Lather, rinse, repeat.
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Trích "Everything that remains" by Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus
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