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but he could always be in the back yard. He does like to hide and wait for careless birds, too distracted by bugs in the grass to notice him. It is quite entertaining watching him attempt to catch birds. I've yet to see him capture one but he has brought a couple mice into the kitchen before. We don't keep the doggie door open at night anymore.
      A breakfast fit for a king. A steaming hot shower with a beautiful woman. This is the good life. After loafing around for a bit, I go find my cell phone. I take it off of the charger on my nightstand by the bed. I power it on and do what any average American does in this day and age. I check my social media. SoNet is the biggest social networking site out at the moment. At first I was against it but then when I got one I saw the convenience in it. It helps you stay connected with people you don't see all the time, if ever. It isn't really a dating website, although many desperate individuals use it as that. I mainly use it to pass the time and shoot the shit with old friends. I log on and see messages from a few people congratulating me on making the casino deal. We haven't told anyone yet that we plan to get married. Our little secret for now. Besides, the second we post anything about it on a social network everyone, including people we don't even know, will be flooding our social media, congratulating us.
      With the noon hour creeping in, we decide to make the most of the rest of our day. I take her around town. We check out the main shopping plaza downtown, the museum, and even her favorite gelato place. All the places I promised her we could go when I had the money. It used to sound like such an empty promise. It was like telling a kid that one day he could have the five hundred dollar toy when you know, deep down, that there is little to no chance that was ever going to become a reality and can tell by the look on their face that they know it. That's what being broke does to you. It turns you into a sad liar or an optimistic pipe dreamer, or both. Necessities become all that there is and things like fun become something you aspire to have again one day. Sometimes I would break the bank so we could do fun things here and there. Hell, she deserved it. We eat her favorite frozen treat under a tree in the biggest park in town. She looks happy and it's about damned time. She smiles at me and tells me she's really glad to see how good I've been doing today. She doesn't need to elaborate, I know what she is talking about. Before I got the call, when the youthful hope had left me, things were rough. Just going through the motions of each day without knowing if things would ever get better. I don't know. It was worse than that. It's like one day I had figured out, on accident, that I would probably never be able to afford the life I wanted. I somehow knew that if things ever were to get better it wouldn't be by much. This was crippling to my motivation. I didn't want to eat, I performed poorly at work, and I was depressed. I would get lost in thought all the time. Trying to figure out a way out. Always trying to concoct some new scheme to break out of the bonds of poverty. I just wanted to know what it was like to live without stress again. Like when you were a kid and the only bills you knew were on the faces of ducks. Most of all, I wanted to be able to provide her with the life she deserved. I would get so lost in dark thoughts. Making myself miserable by chasing happiness. A lot of the time I would find myself coming back to reality mid conversation with her. I think she could tell I was lost, not hearing a word. I think she may have resented me for a while because of things like that. It probably didn't help that I was always so defeated, so demoralized that I could never enjoy the little things in life. I was always just trying to peer through the fog of the future, not realizing I was ruining the present. Like I said, once you realize that you can't lose someone, everything