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The working man

He waits for the pub to open. Just like decades of working men before him. Seeking respite from exertion, from worry, from responsibility. He has a thirst on him. It’s early, but the toil of the morning is already weighing heavily. He aches. He wonders how generations previous managed to face this toil, week-in, week-out?

He hears a key turning in the lock.

They’ll surely offer a flat white he wonders, but what’s their wi-fi like?

 

   

 

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