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It has all begun to fade -the smell of her perfume, the telltale imprint of her lipstick left behind on my cheek, even the image of her in my mind, with her coy, seductive smile and her finger slowly beckoning, drawing me in - and I’m left wondering, as I have been many times before, who is this creature that calls herself Economic Recovery, haunting me from around every corner of every dream?
Babette employed a bevy of editors (and singlehandedly stimulated the economy of her small city) because of her fate: she was in love with passive verb tense, and couldn’t bear to see it changed.
I’m sorry, sir, but this card has been denied; there will be no hamburger today.
A friendly smile is worth roughly one American dollar in today’s economy; some say it used to go much further.
Fender looked back on his undergrad with nostalgia, particularly his year abroad, studying micromanagement in Micronesia.
The paper Fender wrote on the native micromanagers of Micronesia did not become the seminal anthropological treatise he had hoped, but consulting on office-based sitcoms was rewarding in and of itself.
Josie noticed that if she kept a bunch of bananas in her kitchen, they would sit untouched until they turned brown, but whenever she bought just one banana, her kids would fight over it.
Indeed, economics has earned its dubious honor as the dismal science, and those whores called traders and stock brokers- lemmings- because the slightest little upset sends their world plummeting earthward at a tremendous velocity, causing them to leap over the edge of the nearest sky scraper as they join their shared destiny with those worthless scraps of paper – flitting to the ground like leftovers from a ticker tape parade - that their fortunes are written on.
Rufus thought that a down economy would negatively effect the murder-for-hire business, but my friend Schuster assured him that he had it on good authority from his hitman friend Vincent that it was, in fact, just the opposite, and that Vincent had told him that while there might be times when money was tight, there were never times when “get even” ran out.
Communism had not been kind to him, but Capitalism was unrelentingly cruel.
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