I've worked by his side for fifteen years even when he was no longer my supervisor. I've watched his mental health decline as he has let his bitterness consume any joy that he could have.
Tonight a group of us will meet at a bar and hoist a couple of pints to old times and new beginnings, three days prior to his day of retirement. I've spoken to him delicately about what type of gathering he had wished for, he'll get what he asked for, I just hope he was telling the truth.
His name is Richard.
Fat Free NERDS…
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I hope that the remainder of your time spent this month is a plentiful
profusion of possible pleasantries and an inexhaustible influx of
inner-richness,...
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