Hey, You . . . . . !?

Yes.

You.

You, with those sulking shoulders and drooping mouth. How long will you whine and complain about how life is treating you like a rag? You sit right there with your idle hands and your defiant stare, while everything is moving around you with the tenacity of a whirlpool, you just sit and ponder how unfortunate you are to be born in poverty, yet that Psp you play with is a couple of grand way beyond your family’s income.

You.

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