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Max Echard's avatar

This isn’t a story about a new job.

It’s a story about how quietly a person disappears.

Not all at once. Not in some big, cinematic break. But through the slow negotiation of self—microwaving cold tilapia, laughing off a $22 chicken sandwich, talking to someone who never really looks up.

It’s resignation masked as routine.

And you nailed that. Without ever having to say it.

The power here isn’t in a twist or a flourish—it’s in the truth.

That sometimes “being good at the job” is the saddest possible ending.

Because it means the costume finally fit.

And the scariest part?

It didn’t feel like a tragedy.

It felt… familiar.

You wrote something honest. And it stayed with me.

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Parker McCoy's avatar

Well, the part about making sure the donors get the special treatment and like, whatever else... I mean, it makes me wonder. And none of the "younger" employees are worried about lunch prices. And Patricia's smart enough to go to the Merchant place and only order bread sticks and soup. I'm just saying. I'm also not saying anything, other than her boyfriend sucks. That's very obvious. Great story, Clancy.

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