"Your life is a sequence of rooms," the gold embossed text read. "Most people stumble through doorways by chance. They enter the wrong relationships, the wrong careers, the wrong arguments. They exit too early, or far too late."
Arthur laughed. It worked. It actually worked. He was successful. He was important. He walked to the window and looked at the city that apparently belonged to him. optimum doors
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Arthur looked at the number. It was two years of his salary. But then he thought of his empty apartment. The silence of the dishwasher running with only one plate inside. The way his ex-wife looked at him—not with hate, but with pity. They exit too early, or far too late
"Where does it lead?" Arthur asked the foreman.