That girl. I've seen her before. When we first met I thought nothing of it. It was a harmless interaction that I believe would lead to nothing. She had lost her dog and I had lost $200,000. Who would've thought we helped each other?
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I stumbled out of the beat down ware house with bottle of beer in one hand and a loose piece of paper in the other. The sun shown down between the buildings making me cover my face with my hand. I lifted the paper to look at it for the hundredth time. 200 fucking thousand...... gone. What was I thinking? How the fuck do I fix this?
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Teen FictionCollection of stories I make up randomly in the middle of the night and a fun little activity for the readers. Enjoy.
