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... ll of gasoline clinging to his uniform. He hated the endless drone of traffic jams as he weaved through the labyrinth of city life. Heck, at some point, he even hated living.
He hated the way his manager yelled at him to move faster while pocketing tips that should’ve been his. That bastard.
And he hated, more than anything, the feeling that nothing he did mattered.
At twenty six, Ethan had no degree, no savings, no family left to call. His mother had died when he was six ...
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