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“You´re going to learn a bad lesson about life. People leave; friends go away; you´ll be alone before you´re together.”

“You´re going to learn a bad lesson about life. People leave; friends go away; you´ll be alone before you´re together.”

“What does that mean?”, the writer replies as he wipes the sweat from his brow.

“It means that I am tired of you just complaining–I´m leaving.”

“But, you aren´t going to help?” “I helped you get this work and I´ll pay you an honest wage for your time. Besides that, I am not going to stick around here.”

“You haven´t planted a single tree–I´ve done all the work.”

I pause; he´s not taking this well or understanding what I´m saying. “If you abuse people, like me”, I reply as I sigh, “they leave–at least, they should.”

“But, I´m not doing that–I´m just joking around and having fun.”

“It´s not fun to me”, I reply as I turn around and take a step towards the spacejet, “that´s why I am leaving you.  I respect myself.  I won´t be treated this way–if you abuse me, it is on you.  If I stay, it is on me.” Bilta opens his mouth to say something; yeah, whatever, jerk. I put the key in the door on the spacejet; I open it; I hit power; the spacejet starts; moments later, I take a right to enter the space highway; I turn up the radio; I recline the seat; bye. ……………….

“You forgot to get the orange soda from the store”, my wife says as she places the digitalbrocoli on the kitchen table.

“Dorinto doesn´t have orange soda–the food vendors are on strike.” “Too bad”, she replies as she opens the oven and pulls the digitalturkey legs out.

“Yeah”, I reply as I reach over for the jug of jamaica, “we´ll be alright.”

“But, will we?”, HR replies as she turns her head from the birdfeeder to me. “OMG”, I reply as I throw my hands up in the air, “you just don´t stop talking–it´s always something with you?”

“I just don´t think that you try”, she replies as she reaches over for the digitalbrocoli.

“You know”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “you just don´t even know.” “I know that there is orange soda on Planet JMWUE”, she replies as she puts a scoop of food onto her plate, “I know because I saw it today.” I pause; what was she doing there?

“And why were you there?”

“Um…”, she replies as she starts to stammer, “school project…. Yeah.” “Yeah, whatever”, I reply as I turn my head to my wife, “you can go if you want, HR.” “Dad”, she replies as she turns her head back to me, “do the right thing.”

I pause; I know what she means.

I get up from the chair at the kitchen table; I turn to the hallway. ……………….

“Bilta”, I say as I hand him the platter of hot food, “I know that you are working hard–here´s a little something.  An act of kindness.”

He smiles. “Thanks boss!”, he replies as he wirpes the sweat from his brow.

“Yeah, whatever”, I say as I turn around and take a step towards the spacejet.

……………….

0.928456 nanoseconds later, I place the orange soda on the kitchen table.

“Thanks for doing the right thing, dad.” “Yeah, whatever, HR”, I reply as I shrug and reach over for a hot digital turkeyleg.
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