It Can Last You A Lifetime

I promised Chris that ten thousand pounds can last him a life time. He laughed at my face as he didn't believe me at all. I kept promising him that it could and that I will make sure that ten thousand pounds will last him a life time. I gave him ten thousands and then told him to quit his job. He trusted me and he quit his job. I assumed that the reason he trusted me is because no body had ever given him such an amount of money before. He didn't have to pay me back and I gave it to him on a Friday.

There could be another reason why he quit his job and its because of the ten thousands pounds, and not because he trusted me. I assume that he thought that the ten thousand pounds would last him a couple of months before he finds a new job. I kept telling Chris that he will never need a new job ever again, because the ten thousand pounds I had give him would last him all his life. On Friday he started partying and I assumed he was going to spend it all, and then laugh in my face for being wrong. I am not wrong though.

Ten thousands pounds can last anyone a life time in the 21st century. On Saturday Chris started spending more of the money and he had spent half way through the money already. I was happy that he was enjoying himself and this is how all people should live out their lives. It's been a long time since Chris has enjoyed himself. His wife was angry that he quit his job because he has children to support, but Chris kept talking about me and how I have told him that ten thousand pounds can last him a life time.

On Sunday Chris only had 3k left and he was living it up. He couldn't wait to laugh at my face for being wrong. I kept firm and I kept telling him that ten thousand pounds can last anyone a life time. Chris was getting annoyed but ignored me. On Monday he was all spent up. He woke up to me in his hotel room and I was holding a gun to his face. I then told him "ten thousand pounds can last you a life time Chris, as long as you die on Monday" and I then shot him.

I then phoned his wife and said "He is dead now. I want my money in cash"

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