The one I call my friend, no, more like a parental to me, helped me be a better CEO. The people are happy, I've plenty for my family, and they even introduced me to my spouse, we adopted kids, too. I'm so grateful. They're still here for us , them and their friends. They can be scary, but behind their masks, they're really kind.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04030-k012-double-down-defeat -- Anon Guest
I spent a lot of my life being yelled at for being myself. Then, when I turned sixteen and lucked into Dad's business, everyone was suddenly my friend.
Pity for them that I had the trust beat out of me before I was five.
Then along came Jones. Friendly Jones. Perceptive Jones. Sometimes deadly Jones. She's my friend, Pax Humanis Jones[1].
She was honest with me. Something I never expected. She accepted me as I was. She told me about things I could try that might help me deal with my days. She got me a weighted blanket and I slept soundly for the first time in my life.
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