If I wasn’t so busy running The Institute, and if, somehow, I’m not sure of how exactly, but, just somehow, I could be someone else (working for a big, fancy company (with offices on the top floor of a steel and glass skyscraper)) in order that I be in a position to hire myself, I would

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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Me and myself heading back to the office after a “Power Lunch”

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I’m not sure what my new job title would be,

I would have to ask myself that question

after hiring me

I know for sure

that I would get paid

a lot of money,

and not have to do much work,

and it would be such a good job

I would have to get married

so some luck lady

could tell people

what a catch I was

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