Bird in the Trash

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So deep in debt, she chops up all of her credit cards (well, maybe not all of them!) and in fact reduces them to a fine-ish powder. Bravely, she lines up this powder in one big line on a magazine cover (using her remaining credit card to shepherd the powder into a line) and snorts it through a straw. This is painful, though not as painful as cutting the cards up. But like getting a tooth pulled or doing any kind of exercise, she knows the pain is for the greater good.

Late that night, though, she wakes up in a sweaty panic, feeling as though she has committed a murder and the victim’s heart is pounding from beneath the floor. The last time she felt this way, she had just realized she had thrown a perfectly fine pet bird in the trash. Now, one thought glows in her dark mind-- I have only one credit card!

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(Fiction , my dears.)