When I was just starting out working in the world, I pinched pennies when I paid my bus fares. I was terrified of my personal budget deficit. I scrimped on lunches. Just when I accepted fate, life changed. I’m grateful to God for plucking me from slow decay. But I’ll never forget my humble origins.
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Prompt: fare. Six sentence story.
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