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Micheal was sitting on his couch with ambitious throughts running through his head. It was like dogs running in fields carelessly of the world around him,slobbering with a stick in his mouth dripping glass like balls of siliva. On his luxurious television was ‘the crock roaches ‘ whilst he was dreaming of what it would be like to be rich....