Strangest thing, fearing confrontation. I guess I worry that I might appear foolish. I guess I worry I might burst forth with nonsense. Even when the confrontation is something so minor as taking back a slightly soiled product, even when all I have ever done when working in a shop is enjoyed the chats with customers. But I didn't want to do it, spent half a day avoiding it then it was easy when I did. Strange.
Everything is hard, all little interactions, all conversation, all of it is hard. When he came to this country he chose to make new friends at work. Some were local but most were migrant. But the trouble with migrant friends is they move on, or back. His friendship circle is tightening and he remembers his past so fondly, could he realistically go back?
Piss poor
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