All right, today I want to actually tell you a story.

So there's a story called The Happiest Man in Atlantis.

Have you heard it?

Probably not, because I wrote it this morning.

But I want to read this to you.

I think it's a good one.

So let's try it out.

I feel like I can rule the world.

I know I could be what I want to.

I put my all in it like no days off on a road. Let's travel never looking back.

So once upon a time, there was a prince.

And this prince was the richest man in Atlantis.

He drank the finest wines.

He wore the finest clothes.

He slept with the finest women.

He had servants attending to his every need.

And yet the prince was unhappy.

Every day he would wake up in the palace.

The servants would bathe him and

robe him and he would look out to the land and he would just feel empty and unhappy. And so one

night the prince decided enough of this. I'm leaving here. I'm running away. And he dresses up

like a common man. He sneaks out of the castle. And along the way as he's's leaving the castle, trying to leave the royal palace, he stops

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