One Damn Dollar by frogbook
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Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language. One damn dollar, I got left. What the hell am I gonna do with a lousy dollar? Hit the dollar-menu? Don't need an appetizer, I'm frickin' starved. Somebody stole my blanket. I'm 'bout ready to freeze to death.... if I don't starve first. I'm thinkin' I'll just end it all. I see a boy cryin' by a flower cart. He don't have enough for his ma's present. "How much ya need, boy?" He looks at me with big round teary eyes. "A dollar." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maybe, I'll make it after all. His smile makes me think that dollar was worth a hundred.
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