What would seven cents actually get you? Probably not a Black Jack or Fruit Salad these days.
It wasn’t worth much more when it was all that sat in my back account, let me assure ye. I remember the day as clear as a bell: pressing the ‘balance inquiry’ button at the ATM when I was fairly certain there wouldn't be much to be enquiring about. The couple of seconds waiting for it to flash up and then the number beginning with €0.0…the wee 7 hanging off the end of it out of desperation. Call me 007, license to do fuck all.
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