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well it is basically several stories in 100 words. i got the idea from a contest i entered. first up is luckily unluckily View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 5, 2011    Reads: 174    Comments: 0    Likes: 3   

When I was poor, I used to give to people, but being rich has changed me and I don't like what I have turned into. Now I am rich, it's as if I give less money out to others. I remember, I used to beg on the streets, and I used to cursed all those rich snops, but know, I am the one who the unfourtunate curse. I have now driven my family and friends away because of my greediness. They all hate me. I wouldn't share. Is having money worth it? Not at all. It's not.


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