On some level I did appreciate the effort to disguise the bad news behind lots of long words. But for the most part I was just angry with this banker in his ill-fitting suit and cracked glasses taking away my family's farm.
As he stood there, holding out a pen and waiting for me to sign my life away, my hand slowly clenched into a fist. He noticed.
"You... You wouldn't hit a man with glasses, would you?"
"You ain't no man."
I swung.
So not only did I lose the farm, the cracked lens took my finger off too.
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