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Bianca smoothed her straight black her down in the mirror. She pushed the mirror aside and flicked through her wardrobe. She found a black dress whose frilly bottom went to just above her knee and pulled on some black stockings. She found a white coat to wear over the dress, which was only just smaller than the dress. Bianca ran downstairs found a pair of shoes and a black handbag. Eric was still in bed, catching up on last night’s sleep, of which he usually had a lot anyway. Cerc had been awake since the morning and was still listening to Bianca’s Mp3 player. She could swear that she saw some violet coloured waves flickering in the

Money will not make you happy. Accept it and move on. You will still feel depressed and lonely whether you're a millionaire or got enough for a weekly shop and rent every month if your human contact income has hit a wall street crash. If those kind of numbers don't add up, well. You don't have a lot left, now do you? Make yourself happy. Have a good life with what you've been given. Learn. Shine. Inspire. Imagine. Never give up. Life is dreadfully short, and money is much more plentiful than that. After all, you could disappear from existence tomorrow, and that money in the bank will still have all the zeroes intact. Keep those best friends