Quixotic

55 words, 1 minute read

“Morning, Hal. Donut?”

“Screw you Joey, you sellout capitalist pig,” Hal spat from his cardboard box. “I don’t need Blackstone-financed charity.”

"Good to see you too, Hal.” Joey set the donut nearby on a napkin and walked away.

Bastard didn’t even get it jelly-filled, Hal thought to himself as he ate.

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