Rust

On the way home at the end of my working week.

Someone much younger came to me today to get some stuff off their chest. It was good they did it, but it did make me feel a little sad. Reminded me of when I was their age and the stuff I had to put up with. I never would have had the opportunity or wherewithal to speak up then though. Times change but some stuff remains the same.

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