Act VI Part V: Stricken Manifold Remembrances; or, I'm Gonna Be Merry, Man Part II: Tidings of Comfort, Sport, and Joy
Day Six
The day today started at around 11:00, to the sound of neighbours once again doing yard-work. Realising that it was Christmas Eve, I recalled the note that the first homeless man gave to me early into my break. "Don't be merry, man," it said, but I have resolved to pay it no heed.
I decided to venture out into town for a meal early in the afternoon. As I arrived at my restaurant of choice, I beheld that slender businessman standing outside one of the small stores across the street, though this time around he was wearing a Santa hat along with his dark suit and red tie.
The day today started at around 11:00, to the sound of neighbours once again doing yard-work. Realising that it was Christmas Eve, I recalled the note that the first homeless man gave to me early into my break. "Don't be merry, man," it said, but I have resolved to pay it no heed.
I decided to venture out into town for a meal early in the afternoon. As I arrived at my restaurant of choice, I beheld that slender businessman standing outside one of the small stores across the street, though this time around he was wearing a Santa hat along with his dark suit and red tie.
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