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Giving Up on the Slavery to a Dream

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Oh what joy. I am finally going to be paid.

This morning I can hardly contain the sheer joy that is coursing through my A+ veins. I detect the smell of filthy lucre and it’s heading my way.

Now this, ladies and gentlemen, is cause for celebration. Finally, at long last I have been promised I am going actually to be paid for writing articles.

This morning, In anticipation of this unexpected windfall, I decided to have a proper toasted English muffin full of tasty little morsels of fruit and nuts. Topped with a pretty coronet of melting butter, accompanied by a foamy capuccino and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, this is the height of breakfast luxury.

To be honest I never thought this day would come. Indeed I was so overwhelmed at the news something would soon be in my account, at first I didn’t even bother to look at how much.

I hazarded a guess it must be significant due to the fact that I had had warnings about getting my tax affairs in order because if I didn’t the US tax man could take me to the cleaners.

Finally, as I steadied my nerves enough for my fingers not to tremble as I clicked on the keyboard keys, I…