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Alan sat in the laundry contemplating the last moments of his life. It was cold outside, and not just because of the weather.
You see things differently sitting on the floor. All these different types of footwear, all for different occasions and seasons.
They cut off his job, his finances, his friends, family, even his electric car. The people of diversity and acceptance were going to kill him because he didn’t fit in with their politics and dogma.
The door from outside opened. It was Brevoort. “Still time to join us before the end.”
Alan threw a shoe at him.
