I stepped outside of the air-conditioned office. My car is not unbearably stuffy and the wind carries the sun. The cheetah sunglasses keep me from squinting and I realize that commercials, not music, are playing.
But I am happy. I am good at what I do.
I feel like it is the beginning of June, that things are just starting to happen, or should be doing so.
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