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Don't trust your neighborhood 'wallet salesman'

Poetry by Florence Susanne

By Florence Susanne Published 4 years ago 1 min read
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Artwork by @azazelthorn.art

She spoke for 45 minutes about how her boyfriend was a wallet salesman and how it never seemed like he’s sold any but always had money.

She didn’t understand how he comes home with more wallets and more cash. 

I joked about how maybe he was mugging people. 

She didn’t say much after that.

I never saw her again either.

I guess the moral here, kids, is this.

If your significant other brings home an unsettling number of wallets and always has a suspicious amount of money, he’s probably a thief. 

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About the Creator

Florence Susanne

I am a 24-year-old of mother of 2 boys.

Author of Love, Lust, and Misery

Author of Poems from a Schizophrenic Mind

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