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pyramid of sorts

by beloved

one time I was thinking about money. and it was late at night. I don't remember what I was thinking oh yea I had just started this new business get rich quick scheme pyramid of sorts and I was planning and plotting planning and plotting on how I would make hundreds of thousands of dollars by the end of the year I couldn't sleep it must of been well past midnight I had taken in a woman a homeless woman we made a whole day out of it smoked synthetic marijana she was coming down off of herione and I couldn't sleep . I went to CVS to buy nyquil so I could sleep in my bed back home next to this beautiful creature I had brought home. we prayed that day and cried together I was thinking so hard about that money I went into the CVS i had no shoes on , snobbishly I picked my items and I was thinking so hard about that money. the guy . the guy at the counter runs my card and it won't go though the outrage I thought I was thinking so hard about that money I musta had like a couple dollars in my bank, I had spent it all on that synthetic marijuana. but I was snoobish and thinking hard about that money, and he started to look faint and I swear my glare didn't change , my face remained the same emotionless and I was thinking so hard about that money it was well past midnight and I was thinking so hard about that money he started to get white and my expression remained the same and I was thinking so hard about that money and he stumbled from behind the counter he didn't look so good it was well past midnight and I was thinking so hard about that money and then he got sick and my expression didn't change and my card wouldn't go through and nobody cared. and I was thinking so hard about that money, and I wanted to steal those items, and I was outraged that my card didn't go through and I didn't help him, I still can't believe I didn't help him,
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