Rowbotham Theory

Rowbotham Theory

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My father's ambition was only challenged by the ambitious theories he regularly worshiped. My mother's eyes were her own definition of blind, looking for her teenage reflection in a wine glass. And myself, well I was my own form of the statistical teenager in the way that Rowbotham Theory states that the earth is not a globe.
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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