Money: £$money
"Well, let's see if he has as good of a taste as I do," Mr. Turner said as he held the glass out, expecting you to pass him the shot. Christina looks at you with a puzzled face, you can tell she knows something is not right with you.
[[Pass]] him the shot.
[[Come clean|Pass]]Money: £$money
Well.. I can do this, I just [[need to find more work]]...
Well...there was that! [[local gaming hall]]...
Hm.. I'm not sure.. Maybe Christina [[has an idea]]...It reads:
[
England Report
April 23rd, 1864
Hey you! Yeah, are you looking to make a quick buck? Do you not ask questions? Then find me at or near 14 Wellington Ave., and I'll get you sorted!
Written by Charles Castanza
]
"Weird, thats the address for the factory I work at; well, at least I have a real job and not whatever thats all about," you say while holding your monthly paycheck of £100.
"Ah well, money isn't everything in the world," you think as you:
[[Turn the page |take a look.]] to another article
[[Take a shortcut home.]]Money: £$money
You are Victor White, a humble factory worker with a wife and, soon to be, two children. You find yourself walking back to your humble tenement after a long day's work, and on your walk you happen to see an abandoned newspaper lying on a park bench.
"If nobody wants it, I don't see why I can't see whats going on in the world," you say to yourself as you [[take a look.]]It reads:
[
England Report
April 23rd, 1864
Our beloved Freddy's Tavern will turn 20 years old tomorrow. The tavern reports that there will be a huge celebration to which everyone will be invited.
Written by George Orwelling
]
"Oh, good for them; I might go help celebrate," you think as you remember all the nights you spent there with your wife Christina.
You then:
[[Turn the page |take a look.]] to another article
[[Take a shortcut home.]](set: $money to $money-250)
Money: £$money
You spend the next few days continuously working both in the office and with Charles. Your body aches, and your mind is numb.
You eventually make enough money for rent, but then it all starts to set in. You would have to do all of this again next month, and the month after that, and so on.
It's almost all becoming [[too much]].
It reads:
[
England Report
April 23rd, 1864
People rejoice as a new gambling hall on 4th Street gets finished with construction and opens today. The owners even talk about a new machine that has a $500 prize pool!
Written by Larry Bucky
]
"Blegh, no good gamblers; why do people not recognize they could get even more money from an honest day's work?" you think as you:
[[Turn the page |take a look.]] to another article
[[Take a shortcut home.]]Money: £$money
You watch as he downs the shot within seconds of obtaining it. "WOW! That's got a kick to it, doesn't it?" he says. "You have good taste, my friend. It almost makes me regret having to kick you out for a week... almost," he then bursts out in a joyful childish laughter. "But I'm glad that little runt of a child will finally be out of my building."
That breaks you. After a night of talking with your wife, one of the kindest people on the planet, he still has not changed his mind. All the regret and anxiety you had just moments ago have now left your body.
You turn to your wife and say, "Thanks for trying, honey, but it looks like he's just too tough a nut to crack."
"But honey," she exclaims.
You look her in the eyes and say, "I think it is time for us to [[go]]"RENT
[[Begin your story.]]
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Money: £$money
"One screwdriver shot, please." escapes your mouth.
Did you just say that? Why did you say that? What are you planning to do?
Almost involuntarily, you reach out and grab the shot the barkeep just poured for you.
"Hey man, that'll be 10 quid," he says to you abruptly.
"Oh, yes, of course," you respond as you reach into your pocket and [[pay the man.]]Money: £$money
You diverge off the main road into a side alley that almost never gets used and isn't recorded on any maps. It's kind of sketchy, but it lets you see your family quicker, so you don't really mind.
You quicken your pace as you see the front door to your tenement. Joy fills your body as you [[reach]] for the doorknob.Money: £$money
"Great!" she says, handing you a tea cup. "Here's what I'm thinking, we go to the 20th anniversary party at Freddy's, everyone is going to be there, so I'm sure we will find Mr.Turner there. Once we get him loosening up over some drinks, we convince him to take a vacation. It'll be great," she says with a smile on her face.
You could only stare at her in awe, wondering how you married such an optimist, I mean, this is crazy, no way this could work. There is no way a man can change his moral so easily.
Never the less, this is the plan so you both get a [[good nights rest]] before heading out tomorrow on your quest.Money: £$money
"I suppose, it's definitely not the best I've experienced. Not that you would understand." Mr.Turner chuckles to himself before taking another swing and finishing what looks like his 8th pint tonight.
You can't help but feel like you don't belong here; it is way too awkward for your liking. There is a lingering silence only broken by Christina's voice: "Seems like you're out, let me get you another drink," she says.
"Now that you're talking, I'll take anything that doesn't have oranges in it," Mr.Turner replies, finally having looked in your direction.
Yeah, remember that time you inhaled some orange zest? It damn near took you out," Gustav slaps his knee, laughing.
"I'll get right on it" you say awkwardly as you go and [[get his drink.]]Money: £$money
You muster up the energy to sit up in your bed and look at her and fake a smile,
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
"You can't keep doing this; I see the effect working like this has on your body, and at this rate, I don't think you can last much longer," she sputters out, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"But if I don't--" is all you can [[say]] before she speaks up again.Money: £$money
The next day, you find a free moment to slink away from your post, and approach Charles. "... Er, 'scuse me. You're Charles, right?", you cautiously ask.
"//Wuzzat?//", the man turns suddenly in your direction, adjusting the crooked spectacles on his nose. "Yeah, that's me. Whadd'you want, Slim?", he grumbles at you.
"Oh, well.. Rumor has it you're looking for a spare set of hands. Thought I could be of service."
"Oh, sure!", he chimes in his gruff voice. "Look, kid. Find me at closing time. We'll walk to my property and talk about your duties."
"G-Great! "Looking forward to it!", you respond before you [[head back to your post]].Money: £$money
You can't believe this is actually working. Luck is turning your way, and you might actually be ok.
//+£120//
(set: $money to $money+120)
Money: £$money
You're not sure you've ever held this much money in a long time, if ever.
You did it! You made enough money. But something beckons in your mind.
"One month is nice. But perhaps I could make two?", you think. "Why not [[dream a little bigger?]]"
You play round after round, winning more than you expected.
(set: $money to $money+5500)
Money: £$money
//+£5,500//Money: £$money
Christina looks at you in shock after hearing that. "Do you think we should head back? I think someone is hurt."
Your mind is still racing from what you've just done, so you quickly respond.
[["I don't think that's the best idea; in fact, I think we should speed up"]]Money: £$money
A tall, wide figure stands before you, the familiar two piece suit and hat of Mr. Frederick Turner, your landlord, silhouetted slightly by the street lights.
"Salutations, Mr. White. I wish I could say it was a pleasure, or that I apologize for such a late house call, but you are quite a difficult man to get a hold of." he remarked snidely.
"Oh, my!" you pause. "Mr. Turner, what can I do for you?" you utter in slight displeasure as you [[open the door fully]].Money: £$money
"Mr. Turner, please. This isn't nearly enough time. You're asking me to double what I make in a month in one week!" you beg.
Turner simply scoffs. "Victor. //My// financial responsibilities and //yours// are not one and the same. You'd best think of something swiftly, lest I replace your family with a more responsible tenant."
His words are daggers to your chest. As he continues to berate you, you can't help but to stay in stunned silence.
"If it means anything, I'm sure that little runt of yours could make a good worker.", he says with a laugh. "What was his name again? Barry, or something? Mmh. It is not for me to wonder or care. Good evening, Mr. White."
As he walks away, you close the door, [[letting out an exasperated sigh]].Money: £$money
Continuing to play, tens turn to hundreds. Turn to thousands. At this rate, if you win any more they might just kick you out.
An adrenaline high can only carry a person so far, though. The air grows heavier and heavier by the moment and your body aches. This might be a good time to call it quits.
You collect your winnings and [[take your leave.]]Money: £$money
For the next few days, all you could do was wake up, go to the factory, do a job for Charles, go home, and rest. Your life consisted of nothing else, but hey, at least you were steadily earning an income.
You repeat to yourself, "It'll all be worth it, It'll all be worth it, It'll all be worth it."This mantra is the only thing keeping your mind away from the growing pains all over your body. You don't know how long you can continue doing this, but that's not important right now.
"Honey, we need to talk."
The sound of your wife's voice [[breaks]] your train of throught.Money: £$money
Charles explains that he has a lot of construction projects that he isn't quite able to complete himself. Must be the lumbago, he claims.
He figures he'll start you out on a simple project to gague your abilities; Digging a well.
"Alright well, slim. Tools are behind the house! Showed 'ya where to dig. I'll be in my house if you need anything.", he says with a wheezy laugh as he returns to his home. It's a surprisningly decent one for an older man like him.
Well.. You've made it this far. Time to [[start digging]].Money: £$money
As you walk up to the crowded bar, you look at the menus they have for all the possible drinks you could get. The one thing in common is that they are all so expensive.
As you are pondering a thought, it crosses your mind.
"He's so drunk, there's no way hed notice if you gave him a screwdriver shot."
...
Wait, that's crazy. Could you actually be considering this?
"What'll it be, sir?" the bartender asks you as you look back at [[your wife]].Money: £$money
She nods her head in defeat and thanks Mr.Turner for the talk. A devilish grin appears on your face as you both exit Freddy's tavern. As you leave, you hear the faint sound of sommotion coming from the bar...
Apparently someone was [[coughing up blood.]]Money: £$money
You then spend the morning getting ready with Christina, making sure you both wear the fanciest rags you own. It's nothing compared to what some other people are going to be wearing, but hey, it works for you, boy.
The night comes and it's time for you both to head out. You still think this is crazy, but you trust your wife and hope she knows what she is talking about.
The look of worry on your face does not go unnoticed, because as you both walk to the venues, she makes sure to [[squeeze]] your hand extra tight.Money: £$money
"Hm-hm. Look who finally came back. I was starting to think you had skipped town." said Mr. Turner in his heartless tone.
"Evicted!? But there's still 6 more days! I got the money, just like you asked!", you plead, removing the fresh notes from your pocket.
Turner scoffed. "Most impressive, Victor. //Most impressive//. It's truly a shame your punctuality is still lacking as ever.", he said as he pulled out an ornate pocket watch. "It's three o'clock, first of the month. You're about four hours too late."
You [[put your back to the wall]], beginning to slowly slide down.
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Money: £$money
You turn to face her, taking her hands into your own. A silence hangs as you gaze at each other. "Any ideas..?", you say after a while.
Her head tilts, staring off as she ponders. Soon returning her eyes to you, a cold chill runs down your spine, "What if we let Mr.Turner [[take a little vactaion]]? "
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Money: £$money
You work through another monotonous day, mindlessly working the machines, primarily focused on the prospect of making that extra money, and the fears of not making enough.
Finally, you collect your day's earnings, and anxiously go out to [[meet Charles.]]
//+ £10//Exhausted, but excited, you come home to report the news. Coming inside, you couldn't feel happier to see your lovely family.
"Christine! Love!" you exclaim "I've found some more work! And the pay-!"
She approaches from the kitchen to embrace you warmly, sharing your excitement. "Oh, that's fantastic news, Victor. Have we enough yet?", she asks.
"Almost! We have about 220 now. Just a couple more days and we should be clear!"
Tonight, the air feels a little fresher. You sleep like a rock after that hard day's work, and comfortably knowing you have a chance now.
You just have to [[work one more day]]Money: £$money
At a table not too far away, Turner is seated with a similarly well-dressed man. They seem to be talking about many different things. Names and places you've never heard of, and Turner's plans to achieve their goals through them. He is clearly beyond inebriated, as is shown by the nearly seven empty pint glasses on his table.
"Remember, smile, and be approachable, this will work." Christina looks at you with another huge smile. Your heart is pounding, but we're already here, so we might as well [[jump in]].Money: £$money
Walking to the table, you are able to overhear from Mr.Turner,
"Y'know, Gustav. I've got friends. Plenty. Like you, my good sport,", Turner mutters to his mate. "But I don't really have anyone to call my own."
"Oh? "Could it be that he has a shred of a soul?" you think.
"My tenants.. a lot of them have families,", he slurrs slightly. "I almost feel bad kicking them out sometimes. But, you know. You do what you must in the name of business."
Well.. Your hopes weren't too high, but you were surprised to see a semblance of a human being in that suit. Regardless, you came here with a goal. So, you and Christina [[pull up chairs to the table and sit down]].Money: £$money
An uncomfortable stillness overtakes you all.
"Hon?" Christine chimes. "Are you expecting company?"
"Not that I am aware of." You answer uneasily.
It's nearly 11 p.m.No one with good intentions would be making social calls at this hour.
You urge young Barney to return to his room. Cautious as ever, you [[crack the door.]]Money: £$money
You use whatever strength you have left to close the door so as not to let a draft in, in hopes of Barney not catching a cold.
Christina walks up behind you and rests her arms on your shoulders. "Oh, honey... what are we going to do..?"
"I don't know, honey, but I'll figure something out," you say as you look down into your child's eyes. You say this, but deep down you know what has to be done, there is only one way to make £150 in two days.
[[//What to do... What to do...//]]Money: £$money
Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
You could hardly sleep, thinking about the shame you were about to go through. It went against everything you stood for, you lived your whole life believing that only lowlifes gamble and throw their lives away, but again, what choice do you have.
But hopefully, with a good hand and a sharp eye, poker will be how you [[save your family.]]
<img src=https://people.rit.edu/trs5691/Twine/cards.png>Money: £$money
You step out through the front door and scan the street. Charles stands under a lamp post, and waves you over once you finally notice him.
"Ah! Took ya long enough, slim!", Charles jeers. "Come, come! Walk with me. I'll explain all that needs doing.
Relucant, though hopeful, you follow Charles [[follow along to his property]].Money: £$money
You remember the ad for the unusual fellow, Charles, who has odd, back-breaking jobs. But jobs that pay well apparently.
It's a mystery where Charles gets his money, seeing as he works in the same factory as you; Probably best not to question it.
Maybe tomorrow you'll [[broach the subject]].
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"You could allow me to finish my thoughts first." He remarks, "Secondly. I'm here to inform you about your rent increasing. Effective immediately. You now owe £250, double your prior amount, by ten o'clock on the first of May."
"B-but..!" you stammer, "That's a week away!"
"Hmph. I suppose it is. Perhaps I could have delivered this message on time if you were a little more present. Regardless, I've places to be, so I must now take my leave.", Turner says as he turns and begins walking.
".. Wait..!", you [[desperately urge]].Money: £$money
A sense of anxiety washes over you as you slowly walk back to the table. Everything is muffled, and the only thing piercing through is the sound of Mr.Turner laughing at himself after telling a story about how he kicked out a family for missing rent by a single day.
Your wife still remains positive, but you can tell after years of marriage that she is hiding something behind that smile. Maybe she is starting to doubt her plan after all.
Never the less, you have [[taken matters into your own hands.]](set: $money to $money-40)
Money: £$money
One Pair. Lose.
"An unlucky start", you think to yourself. "You can't win 'em all"
Unphased, you return your cards to the dealer, and wait for the next hand. And as the betting comes your way, you decide to [[up the ante.]]
//-£40//Money: £$money
"Mr.Turner! How lovely to see you here," Christina says, reaching out her hand for a handshake.
"Huh, wha.. oh you, speak of the devil and she shall appear, I suppose. Ain't that right, Gustav?" Mr. Turner replies with a laugh, almost completely ignoring Christina.
"Fancy party this is, ain't it, Mr.Turner?" You [[blurt out]] trying to save even a little face.Money: £$money
"But.. How..?", you mutter as you land on the floor. Did you really manage to spend an entire week in that hall?
"Tch. What a shame. It seems your family figured the same fate for you; Cracked under the pressure. It was truly heartbreaking to escort those squatters out.", he mocked
"But.. If you're looking for a place to stay... A vacancy just opened up. £300 a month; A right steal if you ask me.", Turner laughs smuggly.
You did it. But you weren't quick enough.
//Your family is gone.//
ENDMoney: £$money
Honey, I'm home!" you yell into your apartment.
The sound of small footsteps could be heard running down the hall as your child runs up to you and grabs a hold of your leg. "Daddy!" They scream.
"Heyy kiddo," you say back to them as you scruff the hair on their head. "Say, where's your mom?"
"I'm over here, hun." A feminine voice calls to you from the kitchen.
You now notice the smell of cheese and potatoes coming from that direction, and it only gets stronger as you [[walk closer]].(set: $money to $money+60)
Money: £$money
"Well, I'll be!", Charles says abruptly. How long has he been peeking over your shoulder?
"You're not as scrawny as y' look, slim!", he laughs.
Despite him scaring the daylight out of you, you are relieved to hear his satisfaction.
"Uh, yeah.. I've made some decent progress I think", you reply coyly.
"Certainly! Here. I'll let ya off the hook for today. Come back tomorrow if you wanna keep a good thing goin'!"
Great! With a sumptuous day's pay in your pocket, you proudly [[head home]].
//+£60//Money: £$money
Bright and early, you were already dressed in your Sunday best. Heading down to the hall, you ponder all that led you to this point. You'd better make this day count, cause this is the only shot you've got left.
With an ace up your sleeve, and Lady Luck (hopefully) in your favour, you [[shuffle into the hall.]]Money: £$money
"But nothing, you have to choose, I can't live like this, not knowing if I'm going to have you around for much longer" she stammers in a weavering voice. "Please, just find another way." she says as she [[walks]] out of the room.(set: $money to $money-10)
Money: £$money
The hall is a melting pot of emotion. Overjoyed winners, distraught losers, and the inviting, warm smell of ale. People have both won and lost it all here. Where will you find yourself?
A mix of optimism and desperation swell in your chest. Squeezing your way into an open chair at a card table, you take a deep breath and [[place your first chip down.]]
//- £10//Money: £$money
Entering Freddy's, you both approach the bar and blend in, beginning to scan the room for any sign of Turner.
He's a hard man to miss, really. It isn't long before you [[identify his table]].Money: £$money
You walk around back, and find yourself a worthy spade, and strike the earth.
It's back-breaking. Definitely a break from the monotony of the machines, tiring as it may be.
The sun creeps closer and closer to the horizon, until eventually you can see the lamps and candles in the streets and distant windows illuminate.
With a signifigant pit in the dirt, you figure it might be a good time to [[report your progress]].
Money: £$money
With your last chip on the table, you hold your breath and pray. Eyeing your competitors, they're cocky; Ready to take you down. As the showdown plays, you reveal your hand.
A Full house. You just barely beat out your remaining adversary.
Raking the chips back towards your seat, you modestly smile and announce your victory.
Pondering that card hidden in your sleeve, you remember your father, and your insistance on honesty and hard work. Tucking it further up your sleeve, you prepare to [[buy back in]] with newfound confidence.
//+ £120//
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Money: £$moneyMoney: £$money
"What do you mean?", you reply.
"He's probably a busy man, I bet he deserves a break. Let's try getting him to warm up to us and convince him to leave for a bit.", she returns. You're lost for words. She smiles smugly. "If you have any other ideas, feel free to help out.", she chimes as she slips her hands free smoothly, heading to the kitchen to make a cup of tea..
//Well..?//
"I guess, what other options do we have?" You [[agree]] reluctantly. " I mean, I guess there's good in everyone, right?"
Money: £$money
Out of all the headlines, you decide to read the one about:
[[Add for Odd Jobs by Charles]]
[[Local gambling hall built]]
[[Freddy's Bar Turns 20 Years Old]]
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Striding your way outside, the sun sears into your eyes. It seems to be the mid afternoon.
With your mind at ease and your pockets heavier than ever before, you walk home with a newfound freshness in the air.
That peacefulness however, is rather quickly shattered as you approach the door.
"''NOTICE OF EVICTION'': Effective Immediately."
"But.. No, how..? The first of the month is in a week!", you think to yourself. A quiet chuckle is heard behind you. Turning to meet the sound, you are [[greeted by Mr. Turner]]Money: £$money
You suddenly warp back to reality as you almost bump into the table. "Took ya long enough." Mr.Turner says with a snarl. Say, what kind of drink is that anyways?"
[["Oh, one of my personal favorites"]]
[[ ̶"R̶e̶v̶e̶n̶g̶e̶"|"Oh, one of my personal favorites"]]Money: £$money
Making it home, you can barely work up the energy to even say hi to your wife and child. All you can do is lie down in bed and think about your troubles.
Your body aches, and your mind is full of stress. But it'll all be worth it, you'll come out of this escapade with rent, a happy home, a happy family, a happy life...
is the last thing you can think about before you [[drift off]].(set: $money to 0)
Money: £$money
Luck is a fickle thing, you've noticed. £150 swiftly turned to £100, then £60, then £120.
Then £50...
Then £20...
Your pot is nearly dry. This is bad. But with no other options, you put in the last of your chips, and [[take a leap of faith.]]
//-£20//Money: £$money
Boy, that smells great, hun." you say as you approach your wife and give her a kiss.
"Thanks, I've been working on it all day with my little helper," she says as she points to the child still around your leg.
"I peeled the potatoes!" they shout with a wide grin on their face.
You all smile together before you all hear a loud [[knock]] on the door.Money: £$money
You know that if you quit working with Charles now, there's no way you'll be able to pay for the roof over your family in the next couple days, but if you do, you don't know if you'll have a family at all any more.
It hurts to think, but you make up your mind.
[[I have to keep working, she'll understand]]
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Money: £$money
You wake up however with the more unbearable pain in your lower back. All of this stress and labor is really having a toll on you. You look over to your wife sleeping peacefull and graze her cheek. "This is what it's all about" you think as you get up.
Another day in the factory goes by. It's not quite as easy to keep your focus, still being slightly tired from the extra work, but it goes on largely without a hitch.
//+£10//
And as expected, you meet Charles again. You two travel back to his property, where you get to finish your work. You still wonder about the life he leads, but try not to [[think too hard about it.]]
//+£60//Money: £$money
She seems to be trying to spark up a conversation, being as patient and polite as ever. The men at the table, however, are too busy, seemingly laughing more at her than with her. It breaks your heart to see this, and you wonder if this plan was even a good idea.
"Sir! What would you like to drink?" The bartender tries to get your attention again.
Regaining your focus, you say, Oh, sorry I'll have a..."
[[Screwdriver shot]]
[[ ̶P̶i̶n̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶H̶o̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶C̶l̶a̶s̶s̶i̶c̶ |Screwdriver shot]]Money: £$money
"Yeah, right, Victor," she says while still trying to catch up to you. "He was going to come around to me eventually. I was working on it, not that that's something you would know about."
Her words are like venom to you. How could she say something so mean? Maybe she doesn't see the effort you're going through; maybe she doesn't care about you at all. And after all you've done for her...
"Well?" she says as she stops your train of thought, slowing her pace to a halt. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
You spit it out without thinking. "I just solved everything in a matter of minutes!" Your plan was never going to work, which is why I had to step in and do things [[myself]]!"
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She stares at you balnky. "What are you talking about, Victor?" she asks with a hint of fear in her voice.
The gravity of the situation finally sets in. What you have done You've attempted to kill a man. You try to speak, but nothing comes out.
Christina speaks up again in a more demanding voice than before: "Vicotr, what did you do?!""
You muster up the energy to respond, "I just tried to fix everything. I wanted us to be [[happy]]."Money: £$money
Tears start to swell up in her eyes as she processes her worst fears coming true. "With all that commotion at the pub, that man who was bleeding, did you do that?"
You could hear the shakiness of her words in her voice.
Trying to save face, you respond, "Yeah, but he was going to kick us out; where would we go? What would we do?"
"I don't know Victor, but we would adapt." She screams at you, her emotions switching from sadness to rage. "Think of anyone but yourself; you just throw away everything we built together." Did you think this wouldn't catch up to you, that we would just run away and nobody would look for us? Now what are we going to do?" The screaming is now calming down into a monotone voice.
"Well, for starters, we could..." You try to [[respond]].Money: £$money
"Oh No." She cuts you off.
"When I say we, I mean me and my child. You no longer care about us, so you are no longer in the picture. I want you gone, Vicotr. Do not come near me or my kid again," she says as she starts walking away.
The news breaks your heart; all that you worked for has led to this. All you can do now is [[fall]] to your knees in despair.Money: £$money
Everything seems to go in slow motion as the love of your life leaves you, and you are now a wanted man who must now live a life on the run.
But hey, at least you don't have to worry about renting an apartment.
END"Huh?" She said before that she was also walking faster to catch up with you. "What has gotten into you? First you dragged me away from a potential out of our situation; now you are quite literally running away from our problems," she snarks.
Still thinking on your feet, you say, "I am fixing our problems! I just did more than what you could do [[ALL NIGHT]]!"Money: £$money
Then your wife leans up next to you and holds your hand. You look up to smile at her, but then you realize her face is full of tears. She fakes a smile and says, "Hey hun, me and the kid are going to be going away for a little bit."
You took a second to process this information because there is no way you heard that right.
"What.." you [[muster]] out.
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"We can't bear to see you like this any more, so we've decided to give you time to figure yourself out. "Hopefully this can give you time to think." She says this while holding back tears.
She starts to get up and walk away, her other hand guiding your child away from you.
You try to get the strength to stand up, but your legs won't budge. All that labor has put you out of commission, and so it has left you helpless as all you cared about in life [[walk]] away from you.
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This leaves you alone in your room. Having lost everything.
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