Bipolar Genius: Musings of a Moody Catholic Economist
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Time ticked by as almost two months passed since Clarence dramatic entry. Clarence relationship with Lauren had been salvaged as the couple went out on dates as if newlyweds and had agreed to counselling. Lauren had moved back home four weeks ago and she even occasionally followed Clarence to the bar. In addition, Dorian
“So how was your date with our little Alise over the weekend.” Rubert teased. “It wasn’t a date Rubert, we went furniture shopping and he hardly bought anything. It felt like pulling teeth to get him to take a lamp and a crappy bedside table.” Alise responded as she came out of the backroom
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 The room was hot and stuffy. The fluorescent lights that worked blinked while most of them were dead or empty. Most of the lighting for the room was natural but with the small windows that looked to be more appropriate for prison, the room was also poorly
Okay an extra freebie because of my prolonged absence…hopefully life won’t get so in the way that I am not consistent. Chapter 1: Bars, Babes and Depression Chapter 2: Second Chapter…loading The room was hot and stuffy. The fluorescent lights that worked blinked while most of them were dead or empty. Most of the
Dorian’s view of the world was skewed. It was understandable since he could not remember a time when an authority figure was not deferring to his suggestion, asking for his advice or praising his insight.
