A Man Can't Save You If You Don't Want To Be Saved
Day 178 of The Andie Chronicles
The floor of my office was once again covered; in fabric, paper, Pantone books, coloured markers and pencils. I wasn't used to chaos, a way of working that didn't suit me.
But I couldn't seem to catch my mojo on the marble, ornate desk in my office, chosen by the designer who put together my office at lightning speed. She told me it was appropriate for …
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