A’s mouth is moving. I’ve been working with her on a project for three months. The day I met her she introduced herself as a branding consultant, and damned if her business card didn’t say exactly that. And then she launched into a spiel about all her whoopity-do degrees, parading her education. But what I saw in her eyes was fear. I felt that same fear filling my eyes. I’ve been looking into her eyes all this time, expecting something. No dice. A thinks she’s something else. I think ignorance is the necessary condition for happiness. A has the nerve to think she’s happy. I think ignorance is the necessary condition for all misunderstanding...
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