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Conflicting Interests

Two doors lay open before me; each demanding a decision. The incessant knocking; PICK ME! No, no; don't you be silly. Those pesky thoughts; tantalizing and mysterious. Why can I not have both? Oh, ethics, you can be rather cruel.

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kala-1

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Published: Feb 22, 2014
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