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I take a deep breath and step into the dive bar. Instantly, the room falls silent. An old man in a booth stares at me with undisguised hostility, his grey eyes looking deep into my soul. I try to ignore him as I walk to the bar. Can he see it, my many years buried secret? Do these patrons somehow know that I'm an egregious stroke? |
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gently caress. I forgot to take off my snorkel |
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Images of my wife and children, to remind me why I do it all. A credit card, with all the obligations and debts weighing on my shoulders. Sometimes some cash, and fleeting thoughts of how much easier my life would be if I just spent it all on myself. And always stuffed with the receipts, the friction of a bureaucratic world, sometimes good, mostly wearing. Yes, even a simple check of one's ham wallet can be a confronting experience. |
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