I took my time and look what it got me. A stack of papers and a line of creditors lurking round my door. I got so many orders barked at me you'd think I'd be in better shape, know how to take that rifle apart piece by piece in seconds. But instead I walk to the corner store, trying my luck on another weekday night, wondering about Wonderbread. Every dime and nickel that goes toward my salvation is another nickel and dime. Preemption, that's the golden ticket, and all my dough's in poker change.
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