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when you need help someday.”
“I won’t need to,” I said.
I turned toward the glass doors of my office building.
Behind me, Brooke called out desperately, “You’re really not going to help me at all?”
“No,” I said without turning around. “I’m going to help myself instead.”
Walking Into My Future
As I stepped inside, the lobby’s quiet professionalism surrounded continue reading …
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