It was a dangerous job for crappy pay. Lunchtime was leftovers
or takeout chosen for convenience rather than taste. Some of his co-workers
were great, but most were tedious at best, aggravating at worst. But each
evening as he prepared to head home, he was reminded that in spite of it all,
life was beautiful.
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