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He woke up, showered, got dressed. He boarded a bus. He got off a bus. He went to an office. He dreamed about hanging himself. He went home.

Jones walks into the boss’s office and says, I lack power. The boss says, And then some. Jones slumps. Do you hear sad music? the boss says.

The watchman sneezes and wakes the cats and quickly regrets not taking his allergy pills; just another regret before the tigers are upon him

It was just words, and they knew it, but words still mattered. Two of them got it. But not the boss. He sat playing with his paper airplanes

He was an ad man and then went into antiques and gave his store the tag line “Love Your Junk.” Everyone got the joke except his ex-boyfriend

Jones gets a thrill from the tears of subordinates. He yells a lot. The office rings with his wrath. When he gets home, his kids ignore him.