get into "the Cone"
23 months ago
this morning I looked, then I sighed with a groan. No one had invited me into Pincone. “Why don’t they want me?” I thought feeling blue, “My surveys are good and all of them true!” I sat for a moment and stared at the wall, if they would just choose me, I’d give them MY ALL. Have patience I thought, as I sat there alone, just maybe the next day I’ll hear from Pincone.
