March 22, 2017 + Fiction, Uncategorized
Dub was toiling away in his cubicle at the company his father-in-law owned, processing raw material invoices when his wife’s father stopped in to see him. “Knock, Knock,” he said jokingly, vaguely mocking Dub’s doorless workstation.
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