When Traackr Met MeasurePR
Waxing UnLyrical
JUNE 16, 2011
It was a dark night, the moon sullenly refusing to come out from behind the clouds. As Ken walked along the path less traveled, his thoughts meandered from the rancid pizza that was no doubt waiting on his front stoop (Papa John knew him well), the less-than pleasant conversation he’d had with his ex that morning, and what life would be like on a desert island.
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