"I have to go back" He looked at his watch and said His eyes deliberately avoided her Her weighty gaze turned to me Thanks again for lunch Bernie patted me on the shoulder and disappeared into the crowd leaving me standing with this woman She was disappointed still muttering palms up ready to turn and continue to rub down Hello This lady Wait a minute I shouted and ran towards her and I was in front of her at once I'm sorry You almost left I'm thinking about something You can't imagine how many things I have on my mind these days Here take it "I said reaching into my pocket and fumbling for the few remaining ladles" I don't need it Every time I count it it's either less or more It's really troublesome I say to you I laughed loudly and put all the steel ladles into her dirty and smelly hands There was a blank expression on her wrinkled face stainless steel edge trim and I walked away without waiting for her to speak Do you need money Are you kidding me Bernie I need peace Peace is what I need ＷwwxiaoshＵotxtcＯm Crash 13 Novel t-xt paradise 13 A fool will break up with his 53 cents sooner or later and I felt more relaxed and excited than

I had ever felt before I had the right idea Money is not only useless but also always causes trouble It is better to be poor than to be stingy A little bit is far more dangerous than nothing At all stages of my life there is a direct relationship between my wealth and my bank balance which can be expressed by the following quadratic equation s=c1b2c2b Here B is the value of bank deposits in dollars; C1 and C2 are constants; s is the degree of wealth which is measured in I u． f． (SI units of savings) Man give him a little wealth and he becomes insatiable; put an end to all his hopes and he becomes generous-gives all his possessions 53 cents Who needs that I ask you Money is shit I jumped so high There was no doubt about it stainless steel edging strip I felt much lighter and almost floated in the air And a little erratic Is it the wine Or did you know that after losing that little fortune losing a week's worth of vegetables losing Bernie's prorated advance you would go back to Viveka Money is shit I'll say it again Light rain and snow with gray ice particles began to fall again I suddenly realized that I had been walking up and down the street for half an hour talking to myself and trying to get out of my predicament What's the next step I knew I should go uptown and catch a ride back to Gubersville but it was getting late and it wasn't easy to get a ride in the dark and I was afraid to face Viveka Not because she's gonna tell me off It's her Scandinavian insouciant silence that's killing me I knew I should have listened to my mother and married a Semitic woman who not only talked a lot but also knew how to get rid of my worries and calm my mind The sleet turned into sleet People began to pick up the pace The men and women hurrying along the wet and slippery sidewalk had their own purposes Tradesmen in belted trench coats strode forward briefcases swinging with their arms; office girls in fur-lined coats and sky-high heels stomped stomped stomped and stomped forward leaving the smell of hot perfume mixed with sex and sin Woolworths and car exhaust along the way Purpose Oh how I love that word I will list it with happiness and success on my vocabulary They are all goals worth striving for You know this is another thing that can be successful!

Aim I wrote down these wonderful people like lightning and engraved them forever in my chaotic brain keeping them with my wonderful unfinished classics Money Money is shit let me tell you Poison Poison The memory of the past hit me like a sharp arrow I suddenly remembered that when I was a child I often saw my father hurrying down the street in a bow-tie and a baggy suit
Dad was full of purpose and hurried to get the order His majestic appearance balanced the extreme distress in his heart Afraid What are you afraid of Afraid of money what else Dad he was so worried that he looked for orders in his sleep-poor man he was wasting his life poison was flowing in his veins and the poor old man was whipping himself until his veins were as hard as stone and blood was coming out of the top of his head However things are not the same and history cannot repeat itself As Joski said "The first time is a tragedy the second time is a farce" If I let this farce go on forever I am not human! jecatrims.com