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"I want to marry a rich girl," he said. "I like you, but you're not rich." He chuckled.
I smiled and thought about the million in my bank account. "You don't love me?" "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't." "I'm not sorry," I said with a smile as I walked away. "Not sorry at all." (55 word story)
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