I am reaching the end of the months and to no surprise I find myself with empty pockets and beat up; the month is not over and not a penny left. What in the world is going on? I have earned my salt; in fact, I have sweat it many times and is not fair that after all this time working hard to the wee... Sign in to see full entry.
NOT A PENNY LEFT
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