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Cashflow

The Cashflow Money notes like staying in a bank vault Rubbing against other denominations, or shall we say socializing. That is why I keep the notes in my wallet as long as possible Dislike breaking up a friendship, as my pocket is warm, it is a sin to let them out in the cold. Thrift has nothing to with meanness. A stranger has no feel for the inner life of money So, don´t lend to anyone who asks. The teller in my bank is a fine man with caring hands; he thinks like me. Counts the money slowly, often twice, before handing them over with a sigh.

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