The accountant who’s writing a novella behind their boss’s back feels “safe” behind a spreadsheet than on a call with a publishing house. “I’m not an accountant,” they say. And yet they show up everyday to keep being one.

We’re less fraudulent doing something we hate, and more fraudulent doing something we love.

This makes no sense.

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