George stood motionless in the university hallway, watching avatars blur past him like autumn leaves caught in a digital wind. No one paused. No one noticed. The only acknowledgment of his existence came in brief, rehearsed phrases. “I bought a ticket for your birthday,” they’d say, offering perfunctory smiles before dissolving back into the stream […]
Birthday Ticket
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