The voltures are looking at me, probing me with their eyes from above. It looks like they're smiling or sniggering.
They feel superior in their elevated spot and my poor carcass looks ready for them to pick apart, whether if alive or dead.
I flinch under their gaze. My spine shudders. What makes them think they're superior to me?? We're all creatures under the same sun. But they feel like they can pick at my flesh, eat me alive and never hold back. It's like I owe them.
This is how a support person feels like every day of the work week. ;)
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