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The protagonist waited in line patiently, only to see others cut into the line or jump ahead within it. “Don't hate the player — hate the game!” the people would say with a grin and a shrug.
The protagonist made no waves over this, instead calmly accepting what came.
As the protagonist arrived at their turn for bread, they found that it was now all gone. Another day without.
Had the protagonist and others been earlier still, then perhaps the people who'd shown no manners or self restraint would instead have gone hungry. This wouldn't have improved a thing, only shuffling the ill result from one person to another.
One could shake one's fist at the sky, but who would listen?
One could blame those who took places in the line that they hadn't earned by arriving earlier, but what would that change?
One could even hope that people might become better behaved, but how would that improve the results themselves?
In the end, there were too many people seeking too few resources. One or both of these things must change in order for sufficiency to exist. But how then would this prevent some from finding ways to become more equal than others?
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