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“Sounds rough,” Dax sympathised, aware that, despite his own struggles, he occupied a position of privilege in the present regard, since he was able to live a life of relative comfort and not need to worry about just getting by day by day by whatever means necessary.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, making him look his age for even a moment. “You say that like I’m homeless or some shit.” He could have gone into any line of work he wanted, he had just happened to want the job he had. “I made my choice and I don’t regret it. My mom probably does, but she doesn’t say it.” His one sister, on the other hand, was a different story.










