Yesterday a young man came to my office. Actualy, he is not quite a young man. He wass 40 years old. But he looked young and his feelings were definitely juvenile, much worse than mine. To him, I appeared to be a wise old man. After all, most of my hair is gray. I am twenty one years his senior. And I talked wisely. All talk only, you'll see. And I have my titles and degrees on the wall. He was convinced he came to a right place. A friend of his told him to see me. The friend once utilized my services and his life got straightened out. I can be of use to humanity when I wants to be.
He was polite, good-looking, soft-spoken and quite pleasant. He was in deep shit, to put it mildly.
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