It was in the 50s and breezy, rain splattering down like spitting
There was one single tree outside my office window, its arms reaching
The words echo in my ears, almost daily: it’s not personal, it’s
“It’s nothing personal, it’s just business.” That’s the first line of Compassion,
I thought it was universal. loy*alty: quality, state, or instance of being
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