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At least there was lunch on Sundays. My bones hurt harder than they ever have in my life but at least we could count on that fresh Sunday roast every week. I was probably closer to snapping than I'd have ever admitted at the time, had they ever missed a week. They must have known that, looking back.

Boss walked in on us once talking about conditions. Well, almost - he hung back outside the doorway. He'd never not wanted to interrupt a conversation in his life, but just that time he didn't come in. Just let it waver and fizzle out. No one had any balls back then. We just took our tinselly consolation prizes and slunk back home.

It'll be one of these days, with the way the kids are talking, I think. Everything's hotter, stronger. Everything's worse. I'd never noticed so many fires before. That, or my nose had burnt out from all the fumes already.

God bless those little bastards. They make friends quicker and draw lines bolder and longer than anything I'd ever seen, not since those old films of comradery and a United America from the 50's. Ironic how they've turned that recipe on its head.
On this one i'm still questioning what the setting is. My guess is firefighters but i'm still not confident.
2021-12-09 00:12:32