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“Once his life had been like this. He applied strength and determination to a messy problem until the stickiness went away, strands of sense formed and suddenly a hopeless mess was transformed into something beautiful, delectable, something everyone wanted. Now, no matter how hard he tried, no one wanted what he had to offer.”

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Book:The Millionaire Daddy Project
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