A glass of milk a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a paper plate. He wasn't accustomed to this type of rustic meal. Whatever potential inconvenience his life posed it was quickly resolved without him having to dwell on anything real outside the influence of the family fortune. Anything he needed a favor anywhere on the globe. He was connected through diligence, that was what the family called it. The family was a bought and paid for disconnected group, in the way people push a shopping cart through a store aisle and make selections. He had no intention of consuming what sat before him. He looked down on this city. The huddled, the unwashed creatures breathing their germs in this shared space. He was refined enough to act the part of being relaxed. Acting lessons the essential weapon. The value in this city increased his bank account. Created out of a need for an annual write off. Not looking for solutions, but creating desperation to guarantee future income.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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