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a clank reverberates through the hallway, his quarter settling into the bottom of my tin can. i look up at the suit and our eyes meet. his face contorts into an all too familiar look somewhere between pity and disgust. his gait paused, he kneels down and fights from reeling back as my smell hits him. "son, you had so much talent." "i know dad, you were right about everything." "where did i go wrong?" "you did your best, father. it was my fault. my generation just doesnt understand hard work or the value of a dollar." "with that quarter you could do something with your life, you know." "sure dad, i can almost taste the avocado toast" he scowls, snagging the quarter back as he pivots and stands. he sure-foots to the door, grinning ear to ear, walking up to my boss and extending his hand. "better than sex, jim. im ready to go again. this time though i want a younger milennial." gently caress. oh well, plenty more boomers where he came from. |
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