average day

"Holy - shit!" You cry in surprise.

"Lucky...I've had some fortune over the years as wrinkles began to appear on my face..."

There he drones on about the days he had experience through his childhood, the days where he would go through the most abusive of treatments, where his luck would be something of the future, something he had dreamed of since his youth, where his abusive mistreatment would be behind him and he'd earn hundreds...You managed to listen to the first half, but the second were just a repeat of things in a different order, he seemed nostalgic - his later youth, his memories...A part of you wished for his heart to give out. Another hoping for a way in which your luck would shine. This old bitch would get off the bus, the bus would be delayed, and his work place would be closed for the day.

Your stop arrives. Get off now?

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