ANNA'S POVANNA'S POVANNA'S POV"Well, well, well, if it isn't our loyal customer, Anna Vale," the short bastard said. What was even his name? I could not remember. All I knew was he was as short as a rat and skinnier than one.I wonder what he does with all his money."Just give me!" I bit out. My eyes scanned around the cold, quiet playground for a sign of anyone."I want 25 wraps." I shoved the cash into his hands. It was all rumpled from how I had put it in my pants pockets. But it should do."Uh, uh." The bastard said, giving me back my money."This would get you only two wraps."My eyes widened. I wanted to yell at him. But instead, I took a deep breath and asked,"How? It wasn't this expensive last time."He shook his head as if he was pitying me."Sorry, baby. Inflation." He raised his hands in the air."But this is all I have," I said. God, this lunatic has no idea how hard it was to steal this stash of cash from Dad's study. He has no idea how hard it is for me. He thinks b
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