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attoliaBusy day today, but I did find time to write for the wednesday100:
Red
Clark felt a tingling in his arm. His vision blurred for a second and he gazed around at the glossy flyers on the vender's table. Suddenly it all seemed so ... bourgeois.
"Won't your dad be angry?" asked Pete.
"Yes, and so am I," said Clark. "This is exactly what those capitalist pigs use to divide the working class. They seduce us into wasting the products of our labor on worthless status goods. To compete with each other rather than unite against their tyranny."
He removed the ring and slammed it down on the table. "But we will bury them!"
Red
Clark felt a tingling in his arm. His vision blurred for a second and he gazed around at the glossy flyers on the vender's table. Suddenly it all seemed so ... bourgeois.
"Won't your dad be angry?" asked Pete.
"Yes, and so am I," said Clark. "This is exactly what those capitalist pigs use to divide the working class. They seduce us into wasting the products of our labor on worthless status goods. To compete with each other rather than unite against their tyranny."
He removed the ring and slammed it down on the table. "But we will bury them!"