I just lied to someone. I lied to his face about everything. He, the solicitor, hugged me, oblivious to what I had done, thinking that I was one of the souls who so kindly donated money. Now I feel sassy. In my backpack is the picture of an ugly frog-eyed child. He is named Carl and he wants my money. I chose him out of the bundle because he looked like someone who crossed me. To Carl, I am a man named "Dick" and I live where I don't live. I am faceless and invisible, like my money. I have no idea why I did that.
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