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Genuinely Fake Rolex

My 'rolex oyster perpetual' stirred a collective, smirking smile back when I was just among the company's rank-and-file. They said it wasn't genuine, that I lost in a swindler's deal; but jewelers would swear that my dad's heirloom to me was real. I sold the oyster, made lucky investments, became the boss; for fun, I wear a cheap, ersatz rolex, but now I'm at a loss: Why, in hallways or in boardrooms, it's my fake watch that they watch with envy, with fascination like its' a fabulous catch!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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