“I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich” Brittany sang as she danced her way to the hotel exit “I woke up one day and I was rich, all I had to do was wear a wedding ring and a wedding dress and boom, I became rich, rich, rich, rich. The people who looked down on me now look up to me why because I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich!” As she carried her make up kit out of the hotel she smiled a smile of satisfaction and walked to the bus stop. She immediately took off her wedding band and threw it away and stopped a cab making straight to her rooftop apartment. Paparazzi had already taken pictures of her stopping a cab without her wedding band on unknown to her. When she got to her apartment the landlady had already gotten a group of people to break into her room and throw her things out. She ran onto the scene and tried to catch the things that were flying out. “Oh no! Oh no! Mrs. Roberts don’t treat me like this, I’ll pay all I owe you” she pleaded. “I was a fool to believe that statemen
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