"A nickel can buy love"
"Maybe a dime"
"Nickel and dime supposedly stay as a means for product exchange, not for trading love"

Four, six, twenty years from now, at this exact time, on the day I see the sun descends on the far horizon, I may be nothing than a crippled old lady, with rusted teeth, crooked smile, and continuously lay still on the sand, with beads of sweat on the forehead, thinking of what my life would be, four, six or maybe twenty years thereafter.

If I have all the money in the world,

I would buy Love.


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