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He sits at Starbucks because that's where he is told he should be to become somebody. They say: “All great thoughts hit when they are expected; while you sit with pen and paper.” So, he sits and waits all day til, overcome by languor, he heads home. The wind and rain are blinding but the light is getting brighter. He stops to write it down - then it hits him. The driver in the car can't see either.
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Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 9:35 AM UTC
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He sits at Starbucks because that's where he is told he should be to become somebody. They say: “All great thoughts hit when they are expected; while you sit with pen and paper.” So, he sits and waits all day til, overcome by languor, he heads home. The wind and rain are blinding but the light is getting brighter. He stops to write it down - then it hits him. The driver in the car can't see either.
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Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 9:35 AM UTC
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