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Independently Un-Wealthy

Getting to know the canned goods aisle in the dollar store was fun, the ladies have been most helpful in finding Chinese knock-off junk. The Senior Center makes a passable Salisbury steak and who needs gravy? Independences has taken a down turn - our addled leader blames some Russian guy, the supply train is chained-up somewhere, eventually we may all die from Global Pawning, at least we don't need baby formulary anymore, though we are considering developing a taste for cat food; I hear 'Whiskers' do a mean tuna casserole. When down to your last million dollars one must be frugal.

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