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He was walking down Park Lane, surrounded by business men and women walking to the train station to go home. They seemed like dumb, mindless drones to him. He noticed one person with a wheelbarough, which seemed wierd to him as you don't normally see people with wheelbaroughs walking through the street. He stopped and glanced at his watch. It was almost 5pm and the bank was about to close. He had to go collect his pay. He got in the queue and passed a sign that had "GO" written on it "How can I help you?" asked the teller. "I'm here to collect my $200 pay," he replied, quickly adding, "I've passed go." "There you go sir, have a nice day." He then walked to the train station and headed to his humble home in Vine Street. He had a lazy night in, ordered a pizza from the best pizza place in Trafalgar Square and hired a movie out. He went to bed and had a dream. In this dream, he dreamt of riches, he dreamt of buying a hotel on the boardwalk in Mayfair. This was not going to happen, unless... The next morning, he went shopping. He went into Coles and did his regular grocery shopping. He didn’t get much, only the necessities. he got some milk, a bag of potato chips, a frozen pizza and few other bits. He went up to the checkouts and got out his Coles Myer discount card. He put them all on the conveyer belt, but it was broken. The check-out chick obviously was not in a good mood, as she didn’t speak very politely at all and didn’t even say hello. "Is that it?" the check-out chick asked very impolitely, with a very strong American mid-west accent. He nodded and gave over his discount card.
Approximate Word count = 1191
Approximate Pages = 4.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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