Every decision I have ever made, with the help of my brilliant flow charts, has trickled down into a tiny, insignificant puddle, much like the ink that drained from those flowcharts, when the rain finally fell.
When the rain finally fell, and my delicate ivory tower came crashing down...
(more) that was when everything hit me. Flowcharts don't work with emotions. You'd think I'd have learnt that by now.
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