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I don't want to mention my name, and I'm sure you're not interested in it.

In this city, I am just a small person, and there will never be a fourth person who can remember my name, except for me, my wife, and my landlord.

But that's pretty good, because I don't want more people to know about me.

Unless they can give me some money, give me a job, or whatever will make my life a little bit better.

But...... There is no such person in this huge world, and those who are wealthy would rather spend their money on their pets than throw it in the wallets of small citizens like us......

But that's fair, after all, pets can bring them joy, and we can only make the city more of an eyesore.

......

I'm 26, or 28, or 30, I don't remember much.

In Gotham, you can change your age at will, as long as it's not so outrageous, when you find a job that requires a young man, then you are a young and strong lad, and when the job posting says that you need an experienced old guy, you can be a scheming bastard. In short, your age, your name, your dignity, and even your pathetic worldview exist to make your dinner a little more abundant, and as long as they do not make your life better, then all the things you hold on to are worthless.

So over time, I kind of forgot my real age...... Of course, it doesn't matter either.

......

I've had a lot of jobs, but not very long-term, I've worked as a janitor, a security guard, a cleaner, a delivery boy, and even a few days in the circus as a grocery worker, and all of these jobs seem to have a common problem, which is that their bosses always like to use all sorts of reasons to get paid when you're about to get paid, and you're just swearing them in your stomach and smiling, or you're going to roll up and get out.

Although I can't wait to go up and tear their faces apart every time, I am relieved to think that they also need to pay taxes, that they also need to keep their property alive, and that they also have children at home who are waiting to be fed. Because they seem to be running for survival just like me.

More pressure in exchange for more bread, which seems fair..... Well, the city seems to be fair too.

So..... Where is the injustice?

I don't know, but it doesn't matter, it's how the city survives.

This fair, but rotten city to the bone, dark swamps, police and courts are corrupt, gangsters and bureaucrats are complicit, some extravagant and some impoverished, like a cheese coated with one or several layers of thick cream, the surface is shiny, the inside is full of holes, but in any case, the good and the bad have been mixed into the same taste.

Since it is the same taste, then it is the same fairness......

So...... Let's stop talking about this nonsense here, let's get back to business.

I'm out of work again......

......

I was always unemployed, in all kinds of jobs, making all kinds of mistakes, and then being kicked out of all kinds of doors. This time, I made a wild cat fall into the raw material of the bleach during the night patrol of the chemical plant grounds, resulting in the scrapping of a pot of materials...... I've only been getting this job for two days...... Well, I didn't complain about anything, I'm used to it.

The only thing that made me complain was that in 10 days, it was my wife's birthday, and I wanted to give her a gift that looked pretty good.

It was a lipstick, and I saw it in a convenience store cupboard a month ago, and it was worth $1...... Honestly, I don't know any of these things, but I promise that the lipstick looks like it's worth two or even three dollars.

It's so pretty, Jenny will love it hers.

But...... Because I was unemployed, I didn't have any income until the next job came. If I buy a gift, then I probably won't be able to pay for the next month's rent.

Well, by her birthday, I'll get a job, I'll definitely ......

......

Along the familiar street, I walked towards home, this road I have walked for I don't know how many years, it has not changed in the slightest, it is like my life.

Halfway through, I passed by the convenience store again...... This convenience store is quite large, otherwise, it would not have set up a cosmetics counter.

As usual, I walked towards its door.

I'm going to buy bread for tonight...... Of course, I'm going to have to go and see if that lipstick has been bought, and I've got to come and see it every day, hehe, and while that makes one wonder if I'm a pervert who likes to wear lipstick, but...... Whatever.

However, when I actually came to the door, I was a little panicked because I saw a woman standing in the convenience store, she was dressed quite strangely, and she happened to block the door of the convenience store.

So I was hesitating to push the door open and bang her to remind her that she was in the way, and I was secretly praying that this woman wouldn't see that lipstick......

But just as I was thinking about it, the woman seemed to suddenly come to her senses, she turned around, opened the door of the convenience store, and passed me.

I don't know why she turned around and came out as soon as she entered, but at that moment, I saw her smile at me, and I noticed the color on her lips, it was beautiful...... If Jenny also wears lipstick, she will definitely be just as beautiful.

Well, now is not the time to think about that, I'll have to hurry up and see if the lipstick is still there.

Luckily, it's still lying quietly in the cupboard......

One dollar. That's how much it costs.

I looked at it and hesitated again, I'm just such a personality, I can't always pay attention to certain things. On the one hand, I feel a little heartbroken to buy it now, but I am also afraid that if it is a few days later, it will be bought by someone else.

When I chose to sway from side to side like a phobia, I thought of the beautiful smile of that woman again......

She made me up, so I opened the window and picked up the lipstick.

"A dollar, huh."

I said to the cashier at the convenience store.

"Oh yes." He responded to me.

So, I handed him a dollar in my pocket..... That's all I was paid when I was fired from the chemical plant.

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