You Can't Afford My Happiness Now
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uiet wedding to Amelia, I left Boston. I returned to San Francisco, not as the
mily business. I used the tech knowledge from my Silicon Valley days to revolutionize our
n, cemented by my marriage, created a bicoastal behemoth that dominated
sformation was my
ers in every sense of the word. She understood my ambition because it mirrore
had trust. We had respect. We had a home filled with quiet understan
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Boston. She was scheduled to perform a landmark, experimental surge
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made her favorite sandwich myself, a simple turkey and avoc
it to feel powerful. I wore what was comfortable: a soft, grey hoodie, worn-in jeans, and a pair of simpl
th anymore. My happiness with A
he Boston air crisp and cool, I felt a sense of peace.
I th
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