๐Ÿ”’ #77: The Sunshine Skyway.

Fiction.

You are now 32 years old, and your life is a constellation of humiliations.

You hate your job. Your duties lie somewhere between intern and manager and your salary lies just north of intern. Since Christmas, which after a long stretch of doing nothing at all you serendipitously had to work, itโ€™s been slowly creepingโ€ฆ

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