Dead Broke
All my life I built a legendary reputation, but after death, not a single sheet of spirit money came my way. After slaving away in the Underworld for a whole year, I finally scraped together all my ghostly wages just to buy a chance to send myself into someone's dream. But here's the catch it only let me choose my worst enemy from when I was alive.
And wouldn't you know it? The moment I stumbled in, I came face-to-face with his damn poker face. Utter despair hit me like a hammer. I dropped to my knees and knocked my forehead on the floor twice thunk, thunk.
"Please, I'm begging you. Burn me some spirit money. Everything down there is crazily expensive."
My mortal enemy looked at me dead serious. "I already burned tens of millions for you. Even sent the newest iPhone model. You never got it?"
Me: ???
As memories of my miserable year as an underworld temp worker flooded in, my tears poured like a broken dam.
"Then who the hell did you burn it for?"
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