I Gave Coffee To The Old Janitor My Family Humiliated

been broken for days, and there was this man older than my dad slopping a mop in circles with nobody offering him so much as a nod. So I’d made him a cup. Black, because he looked like a black-coffee man. Handed it to him and asked if his knees hurt doing this all day. He’d said they did. I’d said mine would too and gone back upstairs.

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