I’m staring at the pump, my hands shaking against the scratchy wool of my plaid skirt as the digits tick up to **$1.15** a gallon. With all these banks collapsing in the news, people are straight up trippin' if they think our savings are safe.
I tighten the straps on my tiny vinyl backpack, feeling the hard, plastic edges of my Pogs rattling inside like loose change. Everything feels flimsy lately, from the slippery satin of my slip dress to the way the world seems one bad bet away from folding.
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The Headlines
Breaking the Bank -- A special report.; Big Gambles, Lost Bets Sank a Venerable Firm