Something intense happens
When, at 12am, you watch a metrocard machine add your last nine dollars to a card (so you can get to work the next day) and then erase that money and spit out an invalid card.
When I get paid on Thursday I am gonna order like 4 pizzas and just eat each one slowly, slice by slice, while I stare at the other pizzas, knowing only I will get to eat them and I will have my fill of all the pizza I could ever want until the next time I only have nine BORROWED dollars until I get paid a week later.
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