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The Next Big Thing

He read the newspaper every day, turning the pages, two at a time. My father’s addictions were deeper than mine, he gazed at those pages and drifted away. Once in a while he’d share a good find sipping his coffee in that old, easy chair. My father’s obsession was current affairs, and watching for signs of market decline. One day, he stood up and gave me a stare read all about it, it’s all written there. It’s coming real soon and it’s just so amazing, I asked him to show me but I didn’t care. The words that then staggered out of his mouth: “digital newspapers, the next big thing”.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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