Every day was a new day, but sometimes it felt like too much to be there at the CIU. Being the boss of people who hated my guts. Or in the least, disliked me. I was in no way a role model for them, nor did I think I could be the role model they needed. Even if I did become someone they liked, would I manage to screw up their lives like I had screwed up mine?
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