21h • 🧱 Fragments
It Wasn’t For Survival
He counted the cash twice.
Not because he had to.
Because it felt different this time.
The cashier waited.
Didn’t rush him.
Didn’t look away either.
Bills worn soft at the edges.
Folded the same way
every time they changed hands.
He slid them across the counter.
Kept one in his pocket.
For the first time,
it wasn’t for survival.
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It Wasn’t For Survival
