User blog:LittleIrish*/Subject 007 - C.3

Subject 007 - Chapter 1: Save Your Money For The Children.…………………………………………… 

Oh Grace! Poor Little Children, Just Lost A Friend, Fear Of Many, To Start, is to lose all of their belongings, or not being able to possess more, society nowadays cares a lot about the money they’re given, oh what would they do without it?

Some people are obsessed with it, some people fight for it, some deserve it, some work hard in the cleanest way, and some could even kill for it.

Today appearance is something people do care about much, how will the others see me? Will the accept me? And some contribution to the appearance, is the money.

We cannot deny money takes us places, and our Nation must be being controlled by the money, money is mother of all the goods.

Of course we can’t deny either how love, and happiness doesn’t grow upon dollars, but then again, I’m not here for sappy talk, I’m here to complete the project, either way… The question is, “How would you react to being broke?”  Morishige’s Point Of View: 

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Agency FB","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Agency FB";mso-bidi-font-family:"Agency FB"">“So, when is this going to end?” She sighs as I help her up the short stairs, nobody else has trouble coming up, though.

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