AMADEUS COX
According to all the signs on earth and in the heavens, Mr Amadeus Cox should be the happiest man in the known universe, or at least amongs the more lucky ones who were fortunate enough to succeed in life and who now can now quite literally throw their money around without a second thought, whenever they feel like it. And yet there's something missing, some small element, which has left his two-story apartment right in the city centre of New York a long time ago - or could it be that it was simply never there in the first place? Could it be that it never got to as much as stand in the doorway? Because maybe - just maybe - owning everything one ever possibly wanted to own is still not as great as one would have thought; maybe apart from something one could use someone. Someone to talk to, to confide in, to ask for an opinion, a piece of advice, some help. Or just be, together, not apart, much in the same way as all the other happy people on this planet. But then again, this might be just the midlife crisis talking, and that is best chased off by buying a new car. That'd be the second one this year. And it's not even March yet.
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