A playground on Bryce Road

[Widow]

Hannah nodded as she listened to him talk about money. She knew the importance of it in real life, but didn't really care for it. "Wasn't until my wife left me that you realise what is happening. By then you just dont give a damn..." She refrained from smirking and making a comment on this, it didnt add up in her mind. 'Hmm, can't get a relationship in a real job, what makes him think he will get one as a smuggler? Gone for weeks at a time... Good luck I guess'

"Catch 22, right. Don't work too much, don't get any money - work too much don't keep a relationship for more then 5 minutes."

Hannah shrugged, and looked around again. It was quiet here at the park, she appreciated that. There was a pond to one side, fenced off by a chain that wouldn't stop children from climbing over if they really wanted. Trees grew along two sides of the park, hiding it from the houses behind, and business' had taken over the other edges of the park, creating a dreary grey wall.

"Money is over rated anyway. Have you ever seen someone who was earning heaps actually being genuinely happy? More often then not, they are satisfied, living life comfortably, but they never take notice of the small things."

She shrugged, and grinned slightly.

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