Day 7: A day in the life of a five-dollar bill
My day began as this crazy fool used me to buy a stick of gum. I was sad when i saw he traded me in for more smaller bills. What a waist. I napped for a whole 10 mins while laying in the drawer of this smelly gas station. Then all of a sudden i was rudely awaken and before i could realize what was happening I was being crumpled and shoved into some random pocket with some not so cool one-dollar bills. What would my parents think if they saw me all wadded up in a pocket with ones. So I lay in this pocket for I lost count of how many hours. I heard the faint noise of people talking and all of a sudden I was back out being tossed onto a table. All of a sudden i was being snatched up by a girl complaining about only getting a 5. Ah I was in a burger joint. I as tossed into the girls apron, I stayed there and had some wonderful conversations with all the other change. They seemed like there day was just a tad rough. Next thing i knew i was being sorted into a pile. And I was with all 5's then i was shoved into a bag shortly after that. Next thing i knew I was being pulled from the bag and thrown into a big plastic jar. There was so much change and so many bills, and they all were talking at once and i got annoyed fast hoping my next move would come soon. But i listened to a few of them. It seemed very unlikely i was going to be leaving anytime soon. This one penny had been in this jar for 3 months. So I accepted it and Decided it was time for sleep, a very very long long sleep!
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