The bara note was resting lazily in the mysterious labyrinth inside an ATM machine. It was dozing peacefully, pretentiously aware of the power and influence of it's existence. Suddenly, the mechanical spins and clicks alarmed the note of the beginning of the next adventure it would face.
Outside the ATM, a silly girl had accidentally hit the 20K on the touch pad instead of the 2k she needed. As she realized her mistake, three baray notes with five slightly chotay notes were pushed smoothly so towards her. Exasperated at her mistake, she tucked the money inside her designer bag and mentally planned out when she would have to visit her bank to deposit all this money that she didn't need at this time.
Weeks went by. The bara note did not see any sunlight. It just experienced a mild gust of chilly winter air whenever the bag was opened. It could smell clothes and shoes nearby. But the silly (now slightly cruel) girl would not spend it!
Finally, the note saw daylight. It could smell chocolate in the air. Yay. It loved chocolate. It didn't love people who touched it with chocolate covered hands though. That was disgusting. It was handed over to the cashier at Pie in the Sky.
The note felt purple neon lights blinding it. What was happening? What? The cashier was saying it wasn't real. How absurd. The note thought. Of course I'm real. The silly girl was defending it bravely, stating over and over that she had received it from an ATM machine and that it could definitely not be fake. The silly (now brave) girl snatched it back from the cashier and started to exit the bakery. But then she turned around. The cashier was saying something. She deposited the bara note back into her bag and withdrew a shiny green card. She would have to get the note checked at the bank later.
The bara note went back into its lazy slumber, but this time it had a more modest air about itself. There was something more powerful and influential in town.
Outside the ATM, a silly girl had accidentally hit the 20K on the touch pad instead of the 2k she needed. As she realized her mistake, three baray notes with five slightly chotay notes were pushed smoothly so towards her. Exasperated at her mistake, she tucked the money inside her designer bag and mentally planned out when she would have to visit her bank to deposit all this money that she didn't need at this time.
Weeks went by. The bara note did not see any sunlight. It just experienced a mild gust of chilly winter air whenever the bag was opened. It could smell clothes and shoes nearby. But the silly (now slightly cruel) girl would not spend it!
Finally, the note saw daylight. It could smell chocolate in the air. Yay. It loved chocolate. It didn't love people who touched it with chocolate covered hands though. That was disgusting. It was handed over to the cashier at Pie in the Sky.
The note felt purple neon lights blinding it. What was happening? What? The cashier was saying it wasn't real. How absurd. The note thought. Of course I'm real. The silly girl was defending it bravely, stating over and over that she had received it from an ATM machine and that it could definitely not be fake. The silly (now brave) girl snatched it back from the cashier and started to exit the bakery. But then she turned around. The cashier was saying something. She deposited the bara note back into her bag and withdrew a shiny green card. She would have to get the note checked at the bank later.
The bara note went back into its lazy slumber, but this time it had a more modest air about itself. There was something more powerful and influential in town.
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