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the differences between you and me

talking to a friend:

him: of course, i do think about my father, who occupied the same office [location deleted, but know that it is fairly posh] for about 25 years, and get a little jealous.

i don't know what to say to this. how my father's office was a hotel boiler room? how funny it is talking to this man of privilege. we are as far apart as far can be.



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