Last night I got an SMS from Petrus. He was inquiring about the fishmarket. Have I got a workshift for him? I wrote back that it would be a little bit tricky for me to fix that. But good luck with the fish, Petrus.
I was sad to disappoint him. Wonder what he'll do now. Maybe he'll get a job at Hesburger. Or he will attend a course. Perhaps he'll get pissed at Hunter's. (In his position, I'd opt for that) Perhaps he is not like that at all - he'll hang out at mum & dad's, watching a romcom, eating popcorn.
Why am I not a fishmonger?
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