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    You close that chapter on your life and focus all your energies on your job.  You meet with Mr.  McAllister and accept his generous position.  You excell quickly in your position without the distraction of a love life.  You are quickly promoted again to a higher executive position and shortly after that you are offered a head management position in another town.  You accept the high paying influential position and pack your bags.  You are so focussed on your work and your income that the years fly by.  ou make an exorbitant amount of money and buy everything your heart ever desired.  The hot little red convertible...check, the summer home on the lake.....check........the Arabian horses you ride at your leisure at the stables...check.  You couldn't have a fuller life.  


      One day while toiling at your desk you open up your facebook page and search Ristain Tayne, just for shits and giggles.  His profile pops up immediately, given the numbers of mutual friends you have.  You are immediately faced with the love of your life embracing a beautiful brunette that is holding perhaps the cutest baby you've ever seen.  You gasp a shakey breath.  I guess you were hoping he was miserable and lonely.  You certainly didn't expect him to be married with a baby.  He was supposed to be ruined after you, destined to be alone and destitute for his remaining days.  You page through his posts and his photographs.  He owns his own computer tech business and appears to be wildly successful.  There are pictures of his house, all fixed up and absolutely stunning.  And his wife;  you can't stop looking at his wife....his gorgeous, stunning, happy wife.   Maybe that could have been you.  You click the little red "x" and let the page snap from your memory.  You sit there recounting your life.  All the stuff in the world and yet you are horribly, painfully, completely alone.  A pang of guilt and regret shoot through your chest.  The pain is almost tangible.   Again the pain shoots through your is tangible.  You clutch your chest as the sharp pain radiates down your arm.  You buzz your assistant who rushes in just in time to see you collapse to the floor.  She dials 911 and paramedics arrive almost immediately.  You look around at your employees all gathered around as the EMT's move you to a gurney.  There are tears and people covering their mouths in shock.  They all seem so concerned with your well being.  They load you into the ambulance and slam the doors behind you.  You hear the sirens begin to whir and you fade off into unconciousness as the technicians yammer back and forth in a frenzied compilation of medical terms.  

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