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The more Arthur worked on the project, the more he saw its potential, the more he became engrossed by it. The more he felt himself in control, intelligent, worthy.
When he’d finished, feeling fulfilled, he straightened his work space, then left the office, walking to the parking lot, when his cell rang.
It was Donna.
He looked at her picture on his phone, then pressed ‘end’ and blocked her number.
The term ‘recycle’ popped into his mind as he stood there, then he went to his car and drove away, a smile on his face.
