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The Writing Game

The writing games If you want to know about me, there will be no diary you will find my struggle in my writing, you see I`m two persons in one body the good one who could not harm and the angry one who knew the nice one was a fake? I was good, got promotion in a job that was to find out how to fire people with minimum fuzz and not replacing them, which was the name of the game. But the angry voice said you are making the rich wealthier and the poor Destitute, have you no shame, you have become a disgrace. It was at a Christmas party at the office. I let it rip, the silence they threw me out my name was removed from the office door. It is hard to get a job when your reputation is in ruin, but I got work on ships so old they almost sunk at the first swell out of Honolulu. This inner turbulence brought illness, and I retired with a state pension. Bought a house far inland of Algarve and got a dog. I began writing and used the English language as a medium to tell you my story When, and if you read my work, you will realize I have a foreign voice and that is a criticism I take as a compliment.

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