Chapter Twenty-One: A House Made Of Straw

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Being rich is a good thing. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. Yes, it might not buy permanent happiness, but it could buy you temporary happiness, and buy others who are in need happiness too. Being rich means you can donate a large sum to an orphanage anonymously –something I just did this beautiful morning. Being rich means you can help your deserving best friend with it, even if she’s probably going to protest against it. I’m waiting for Boomi to call and give me an earful. Being rich also means you can order an expensive meal to your doorstep, and munch on it while listening to Vincent’s songs amplified through the qualitative speakers. With each bite, I remembered the mean comment on my weight, yet with each bite, I ignored it and savored my food. Some people would still ca

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