My Tragic Fable: Helping the World Become a Little Humbler

My Tragic Fable: Helping the World Become a Little Humbler

My Tragic Fable: Helping the World Become a Little Humbler

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Last Update September 8, 2022

My Tragic Fable: Helping the World Become a Little Humbler is The PeekinBlynecreation,The novel is mainly aboutAnother understaffed day had passed, and the front doors opened again. They ran inside like they would die if they didn come in right this second. She leaned against the long, crescent-shaped desk at the front and thought, "Ugh! The morning shift again? I didn even get to eat breakfast this morning. And they barge in and complain because somebody shattered their little bubble?"The days first client budged his way past the others like a runaway train. He turned to look at the lady at the counter and said, "Hi, my name is Wesley Fisher. Im here for the 6 oclock appointment.""Hi, Im Gretchen Wheeler. Ill be your savior today. Right this way, sir," she monotonously spoke as she directed Wesley to a door to the left. Shed rehearsed that line, and her delivery had become soulless. A short, bearded man took her place at the counter.They passed through the double doors, shoes clacking on the cold, tiled floors. Several patients acted like fools. Some threw chairs, some believed they were the Read Novel

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My Tragic Fable: Helping the World Become a Little Humbler is The PeekinBlynecreation,The novel is mainly aboutAnother understaffed day had passed, and the front doors opened again. They ran inside like they would die if they didn come in right this second. She leaned against the long, crescent-shaped desk at the front and thought, "Ugh! The morning shift again? I didn even get to eat breakfast this morning. And they barge in and complain because somebody shattered their little bubble?"The days first client budged his way past the others like a runaway train. He turned to look at the lady at the counter and said, "Hi, my name is Wesley Fisher. Im here for the 6 oclock appointment.""Hi, Im Gretchen Wheeler. Ill be your savior today. Right this way, sir," she monotonously spoke as she directed Wesley to a door to the left. Shed rehearsed that line, and her delivery had become soulless. A short, bearded man took her place at the counter.They passed through the double doors, shoes clacking on the cold, tiled floors. Several patients acted like fools. Some threw chairs, some believed they were the Read Novel

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