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I used to live near a guy that never finished college. He was 32 years old and his mother visited him every other day, she would clean his house, cook for him if he asked her to, do his laundry. He was intelligent, but never really knew what he wanted to do. He went from one job to another hoping "that it would be the one this time" But always quitting after he got tired of it. He never paid mind to what he loved because he said it was a dead end, never noticing the one he was already in.
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