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| Mister Mysteries |
| My name is Edward Mysteries. Despite the name, my life is devoid of any excitement. I am a thirty-seven year old and have acute myopia. I have been dutifully employed as a tax accountant for eleven years. Regardless, I make very little money and have even less to save. My romantic endeavors have met with equal disappointment. No one seems to be interested in an ordinary middle-class and middle-age man. |
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| My friend's story is altogether different. His name is Trevor Williams. He lacks any sort of motivation. He has no real job, yet he always manages to have money. He also has a different woman every week. It's as if he picks them up from a store and tosses them before the expiration date. I've never been to that store. I knew Trevor from back before college. He was one of those under achieving poor kids that only got in by a fluke in the SAT. He made a 1500, but it was a fluke. Those multiple choice tests are always plagued by them. Nevertheless, he got into the same prestigious school as I. |
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| It is because of Trevor that my mind is now a boiling stew of mismatched emotions. What you are about to hear might make you think that I despised Trevor. Let me assure you now that you would be wrong in assuming that. I have no ill will for Trevor at all. I only did what I did to inspire him to change his hedonistic lifestyle. Men need to work to respect the things they have. Otherwise, a person will never be truly happy. I did it to help him, and I hope all of you would do the same for me. |