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GOLDDIGGER

It’s yes or no, isn’t it? After all, I’m a big girl. And famished for diamonds. That means it’s bedtime. Now, where did I hide that champagne?

Baby, why don’t you give me an oil well or something? Now, don’t get mad, baby! What do you think I want? Money? Yes, I want money.

I’ve been so terribly broke all my life. You see, I haven’t your advantages. I don’t approve of me either! Why don’t we all go to bed? Gentlemen, nothing would please me more.

I need to lie down on the carpet and rest. Then let’s get dressed up and go out. Let’s wear too much confounded lip rouge! I can amuse you for months. 184

47.2 - Spring 2018  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Spring 2018 issue.

47.2 - Spring 2018  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Spring 2018 issue.

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