Memory

Woke up this morning to a memory of when I was working as a typist, my boss had issues with a customer while I wasnโ€™t around and started using me to threaten the man, only for me to come at that same time. The man beat me, beat my boss, beat our neighbor a tailor and went away with a printer, boss sacked me following day that I was useless.

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