I could have done better, could have achieved more. There is reserved and hesitant striking together of palms.
I’m sure they are thinking that they could have done my job better than I did, and they probably could have.
But I was here, putting up with all their shit day after day.
Now I’m free and they must stay behind, completing all the work I “didn’t have time” to finish.
I smile, graciously.
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