Bank.

Banks make me nervous.
The pretty girl behind the counter looks at my statement, knowing my finances would be better managed by someone else. I wouldn’t mind offers. She smiles politely, I owe money to the money to the money I owe and I’ve spent my paycheck on CDs again.
She seems concerned, I’m not.

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