At work, there was this quiet guy named Paul. You know the type — the one who slips through the office without drawing attention, always polite, always steady, but somehow invisible to most people. He ate the same plain sandwich every day. No chips, no drink, no variation. Just a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrapped in wax paper. We teased him for it sometimes, gently, the way coworkers do when they think they’re being harmless. He’d just smile, shrug, and go right back to eating…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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