Life is funny like that. Often when I’m on the edge. About to fall. The money I need will come to me as if I'm deserving. A gift from the gods. If these were ancient times I’d find a healthy goat and slice its neck in veneration. In appreciation. But in a civil age how I am to let the cosmos know I’m thankful. Will it notice me on my knees if there’s no blood on my hands?

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