In January, you may have been walking the rows of an orange tree orchard, collecting the ripest fruit: A particular workplace, a certain set of relationships, a particular offering and certain type of sale. In April, all of the oranges are gone. Do you hang your head low and walk solemnly? Or, do you walk...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.