I'm Not Money
When I was a shy little pink little thing, my mom took me to town where we bumped into one of her friends who asked how old I was. My mom answered “Five and three quarters” and I - outraged, confused, heartbroken - yelled at my traitorous mother “I’M NOT MONEY!”.
She consoled me and explained what she’d meant and I understood and all was well and I’ve n…
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