The wheel grinds

They called him a failure not the right calibre, he was not quite a 38, but the 22 round in his head made it pound, all he wanted to do was to drown out the sound, and even if blessed with success he’d still be a mess and some would still call him a failure…

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Stickyback plastic

You can’t glue more hours to the back end of the day, it went too fast and I couldn’t last the pace, the face of the clock that faced me said eleven forty-three, but I never believed a word of it until I climbed up the case to see that it was indeed correct and…

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