Ego

It was nothing new. It happened every day. There it was, his ego. He was so entangled with his ego that he wrestled it constantly. From the opening bell till nightfall he knew his chances were slim. His ego nearly always won because it demanded its way…and he knew he didn’t have much of a chance to conquer it. The Old Sourdough

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