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I haven’t eaten sugar since the 2016 election. Every meal is steak, raw liver, and regret served rare with a side of “she’ll miss me later.” I walk into rooms and lower the temperature. Not because I’m cold because success makes people uncomfortable. I wear sunglasses at night to avoid eye contact with mediocrity. My future kids will be named: Grind, Legacy, and PassiveIncome. Their lullabies? Warren Buffet interviews. Their crib? An LLC.