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For the love of money


I think its kind of funny, how the world revolves around money. We spend our whole lives working for paper, Sometimes gambled on a friendly wager. It puts entire families in danger, and makes people burn with anger. It's the American dream. The master of any scheme. The reason for many deaths, and the reason for fake friends. All for the love of money, it will truely make anyone a dummy. Life flows from it, and death loves it. Best of all people can't get enough of it.
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