We went to the Turf Club yesterday. The firm had a box and it was damn atas!!!! Private room high above the racetrack, buffet dinner and booze and massive uninformed betting
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My life is becoming so routine. I come to work at the same time, I see the same people. We're just fellow sufferers, we, a brotherhood of lonely runners in the great rat race. I'm almost fond of them. They're like my work family
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