Punch

He walks in every day.

On time.

To punch the time clock.

And be busy.

Be busy for busy sake.

Because for him.

In this arrangement.

The exchange of his time for money is a simple one.

And then.

One day.

Flummoxed by the seeming absurdity of such an arrangement.

He punched the clock for the last time.

And ventured into a Universe of possibility.

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