Jun 02 2009
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The gangster swaggered down the pitch black alley like a fierce gorilla
Swung a gun to her head and slurred; “give me my money”
The petite girl scurried down the street
Halted, and got giddy because she found some money
She was prowling around desperately, clawing her way up life’s mountain of problems
She can’t feed her hunger without money
Chinese New Year kissed today
Grandmother tossed me a red envelope overflowing with money
Shopping is heroin
Just yesterday she inhaled clothes until she used up all her money
