Looking back, I think I had it all. A high-rise plate glass sanctuary kept the world away. My two-seat roadster zoomed past life. Losing my job means missed opportunities: no wife, kids, or company of my own. The future is coming so quickly. But I’m only twenty-seven. Maybe I shouldn’t have jumped.
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