A Refugee In Sudan (PDF, MOBI, EPUB, FB2, TEXT)

pied. The matted carpet, rumpled clothing strewn about, guitar players and bikini girls strewn across the walls, but no one in the bed. The rippled and flipped cranberry comforter, however, tells me that it was slept in. A smile on my lips now. He's downstairs already. And me worrying about him oversleeping- he's beating me to the punch, outdoing me in my own routine! Proud dad- knew that motivation would come, would kick in before it was too late. An important day this, yes, and despite what I perceived to be evidence to the contrary, the silence, the apparent apathy, Jamie does recognize it. Does understand the importance of networking, of planning for the future by spending half a day at his old man's office. He does get it after all and the paternal heart soars. The daily ritual of studied mirror-side appearance revision all but complete, my mind begins to trot downstairs before my feet are quite ready to follow. Toast, butter, jelly? Oatmeal has more structure, more stick to the ribs than t