Harry stopped in front of the big, white, brick building..
His hands were sweating.. Oh, how, oh how would he ever get his bread?
But.. then! A lovely butterfly came along and whispered to his left ear "psst theres is guy over there, he has money!"
Harry denied, PFT he would NOT be anyone's sugar baby. He's a strong and independent woman. Thank you very mUCH.
Harry slapped the butterfly off his shoulder and scoffed. He will just have to do this.. by himself. when he could literally just go back to the house and get his stupid wallet, or even possibly, maybe call one of his friends to give him his wallet.
BUT ALAS, His journey of seeking his beloved bread will not end here...
the butterfly:
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