Norman thoughtfully stared at his refrigerator. He had been standing like this for about five minutes, and the task was becoming tedious. His eyes scanned the many images taped to his inspiration board; the only thing in his house that brought purpose to the daily struggle he called work. He peered at an image of a red Ferrari in particular, which had been a passing fantasy of his that began when he was a boy. Notions of wind, adrenaline, and careless speed mixed with a roaring passion danced within his head. "Oh, but all things must come to an end" he thought. He gently removed the Ferrari from its shrine and set it in the trash. After all, Norman could not afford to carelessly purchase a car right now. Especially not right before tax season.
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