I exited the building and walked towards my car. My right hand red and throbbing from the day's repeated blunt-force trauma. My head pounded from the loud noise, the constant chatter, and the overall chaos. My heart raced a mile-a-minute from the exhilaration and the excitement. The corners of my mouth were sore from one… Continue reading High-Fives, Hugs, and a Great Story
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