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Nov 2020
“I’m sorry, we have to let you go.”
“It’s fine
I understand”
“When there are no diners, there’s no need for a dishwasher”
“I get it. See you around.”
I want to cry as I walk through the restaurant doors
My glasses fogging as I take a shaky breath
****. What now?
In other news I got laid off today due to covid. Hopefully I can get back to work soon, but we’ll see
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  20/M/The abyss of life
(20/M/The abyss of life)   
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   Ayesha
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