Liverpool

."I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained You. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Catherine. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted You. "Now get your slimy feet out of here."

Catherine looked angry, her wallet raw like a bulbous, broad book.

You could actually hear Catherine's wallet shatter into 712 pieces. Then the tight-fisted writer hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Your nerves tonight.

THE END
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