You used to think it would never catch up to you. All your friends who... passed on (strange how you keep using these euphemisms, even after all this time)... were swingers, playboys, high rollers.
At first you felt superior to them - after all, it would never catch up to you. You're not sure when you first started to envy them. Hell, you're not even sure if you do envy most of them. But you know you envy Jon. That feeling comes to you, clear for the first time, as you sit in the narrow pew, ignoring the preacher and concentrating on the man.
Fifteenth place (out of 26) in the Second Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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