Jason Fetz has a soft and gentle voice. He speaks with a smile and an almost commanding disposition. One is instantly drawn to him, nurturing the words that float from his mouth like a leaf in an autumn breeze. His kindness and warmth wraps around you as a blanket would. His eyes shine like a disco ball.
The first time I met Jason Fetz I thought he was an asshole.
The first time I met Jason Fetz I thought he was an asshole.
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