He Was Kind of a Big Deal
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6 min readSep 27, 2018
The sunbeam streamed down onto Bill Stintson’s face and beat back his melancholy for a blessed moment. The beer on the table beside his lounge chair was cold, and when he took a drink, the coolness quenched the fires of anxiety that burned inside him always and with a nearly uncontrollable intensity of late.
Bill knew that in fifteen hours his alarm clock would rouse him and that he would check his email on his…
