Friday, 18 May 2012

'To Whom It May Concern' by Antosh W

I hate having to always shine shoes for strangers. The tips are inconsistent. The hours are long. I have no time for lunch, my feet hurt, I have shoe polish in my gums. My clothes are tattered so I can’t score any chicks or free food. I smell!
Please, if you have any sense of human decency, can you please write me out of your stereotypical depiction of orphan life?

Yours faithfully,
Oliver T. Wist

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