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12 year service

Wish we lived in a move world where nice guys win and bad guy lose. To be praised and thanked for hard work done, not just discarded once the gov says we were done. To sit on a beach and watch the world revolve would be a dream, shame to know we were work bound and soon to be buried in the ground. No golden handshakes or long good byes. 12 year service and soon to be done, not even to retire as all the gov monies gone.
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