Tag: pithy
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A Stack That Doesn’t Vanish
I want money in my wallet,not a promise, not a tease;just a stack that doesn’t vanishevery time I sneeze. I want cash that feels committed,notes that don’t go on the run,not this “poof‑it’s‑gone” economythat thinks it’s being fun. I want coins that hit the tablewith a confident little ring,the kind of sound that tells youyou…
Weather In My Ribs 