Marc was busy at the office. All was going well. Most of his stuff was approved with minor revisions. He was gonna meet Alana for dinner. He was just in a bad mood. Marc is on many volunteer boards. He chairs one. He is tired of the dead wood. All of the boards have dead wood. Some are deader than dead. Marc was on an even keel. But at times, he thought he wanted to attack the dead wood with honey and pomegranates.
An attack would probably piss off Marc more than the victims. They’d get knocked down and not even understand why they were attacked. They are that stupid. Marc mulled this over for a few minutes, opened his Excel sheet and popped in his successful marketing campaign results.
A few hours passed, and he sat with Alana and sipped a Stella. Nothing could be better. Marc was with his two favorite girls, Alana and Stella. Alana knew of his frustration and just told him to have another Stella and kiss her. He obliged.
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