Ward Paxton Audiobook samples
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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we contain all the ages we have ever been. And Lamont. I've never lied about my age. I have no problem saying I'm 66 loud and clear, but I sure know a lot of people who do people who have lied on resumes and on airplanes and on dates. There was the opera singer who fudged upward at the beginning of her career so she could get cast as Norma but was holding at 39 and the woman who loved passing off her granddaughters as her kids and who was regularly connected to her bank's fraud department because she couldn't remember what birthdate she was using. I would have never been able to keep my story straight, either. One reason I told the truth, another was because the typical response wasn't so terrible. You look great for your age. I inherited my father's no gray hair jeans. I've always had plenty of energy and no plans to slow down. But if I was so cool with it, why didn't you look great for your age? Feel like a compliment? The fact was that the hazy prospect of growing old filled me with something between free floating anxiety and stomach churning dread. I didn't want to think about it until I had to. And when it crossed my mind, I flipped the channel. Why not? As long as I could pass for younger, right? Yes. Well, I'm just going to say it. I'm listening, Lewis said. I wonder if you would consider coming to my house sometimes to sleep with me. What? How do you mean? I mean, we're both alone. We've been by ourselves for too long for years. I'm lonely. I think you might be, too. I wonder if you would come and sleep in the night with me and talk. He stared at her, watching her. Curious, now cautious. You don't say anything. Have I taken your breath away? She said. I guess you have. I'm not talking about sex, I wondered. No, not sex. I'm not looking at it that way. I think I've lost any sexual impulse a long time ago. I'm talking about getting through the night and lying warm in bed companion, a ble lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst, don't you think? Yes, I think so. I end up taking pills to go to sleep and reading too late. And then I feel groggy the next day. No use at all to myself or anybody else. I've had that myself. But I think I could sleep again if there was someone else in bed with me. Someone nice. The closeness of that. Talking in the night in the dark, she waited. What do you think? I don't know. When would you want to start whenever you want to. If she said you want to this week, let me think about it, all right? But I want you to call me on the day you're coming. If that happens, so I'll know to expect you. All right, I'll be waiting to hear from you. What if I snore? Then you'll snore or you learn to quit. He laughed. That would be a first. She stood and went out and walked back home, and he stood at the door watching her this medium size 70 year old woman with white hair walking away under the trees and the patches of light thrown out by the corner street lamp. What in the ****, he said, Now don't get ahead of yourself. Growth as a success measure for most organizations showing that its value proposition is working, it can intrigue and reassure customers as well as bring pride and opportunity to employees. It is, or should be, a strategic priority. How do you grow in the digital age? One central thesis of this book is that the only way to grow your business with rare exceptions in any age is to find an own game changing subcategories. That path to growth has almost always been behind any observed surge in sales or business valuation. Well, will you look at that? It's Miss Ellie Teach. The witch has come to town. Galvin Watts still held his straight razor as he stepped away from the barber chair and peered through the shop's front window. The man in that chair sat up, still wearing his cloth. Which Who the **** is Elie Teach? Calvin shook his head slowly. That woman out there, she's a damned witch, that's for sure. Oh, come now. There's no such a thing. You're just putting me on, aren't you? Barbara? Calvin Watts was a big man with a shiny bald head, the buttons of his white coat strained against a bulging belly. He shook his head slowly and clenched his teeth. No, sir. Mr. Benton, That woman is the living, breathing manifestation of the devil incarnate. Wherever she walks, death follows. Now Benton rose from his semi reclined position in the chair and stood beside Calvin. Both stared for a long moment. What gives you the right to think that she is some evil person? She seems to me a kindly looking old lady. I see no sign of darkness in her. Calvin shook his head and his face tighten. Then you are deceived.