汪大川 numeral oneer home, numeral oneer ass cheeks clenchin'， numeral oneer wallet jingle like it's goin' outta style. numeral oneer phone vibrate in numeral oneer pocket numeral oneer whole damn day. not one damn vibrate, not one damn call, until it hit five o'clock sharp like a damn prosecutor handin' down a sentence.

"钱钱钱！我缺钱！我老婆子缺钱！我可爱滴老婆子缺钱哟！" 汪大川 numeral oneer voice wail like he been climbin' a damn mountain for three days straight without no water, except numeral oneer damn wallet been climbin' a different kind of mountain, a一座 called "Empty".

I, Lin Yue, stop what I been doin'—numeral oneer hands been foldin' a damn napkin into a damn triangle, numeral oneer brain been tryin' to remember if "towel" start with "t". "What?" I ask, sound flat like I just seen a damn ghost, though I did see something look suspiciously like a ghost earlier—dem kids down the street, jumpin' around like damn hyperactive kangaroos on a hot griddle.