He had started off with good intentions. But the world had changed and so had the company; into a big, money-greedy corporate.
No matter. The time had come anyway. He had made his choice to retire. And there he was, a figure in his likeness, on top of his retirement cake. Complete with the old tools of the trade. No machinery. The nuts and icing sugar looked authentic, just like the layers of salt plains he had worked on but he would still leave with a bitter taste in his mouth…
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(This time anyway…)
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