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I am a hundred dollar bill. I was born in Texas. My 

parents are cotton and linen fibers. After I was 

born, I was sent to a bank to replace a former 

hundred dollar bill. My name is Benny. I was stuck 

in the safe for a lot of time. 

After a while I started to get cold, but I was 

one of the lucky one’s. They put me in the 

middle of the stack of bills, so I wasn’t 

freezing like the other bills. One day the safe 

opened and the light came in as if for the first 

time in a millennium. They slowly put their 

hands over the bills as if taunting which one 

they will pick.

Out of all the stacks of bills, they picked my 

stack! I was finally outside of the safe and in 

the hands of a person! They gave me to this 

old woman who looked as if she only had a 

couple of years left to live. She put me into her 

purse with some other things, which included 

lipstick, coupons, and some big pieces of apple 

pie. It   smelled really bad and was really icky 

and dirty. “Thank you sir,” said the old woman. 

“Your welcome,” says the man. The old woman 

then took me with her to her house. Then her 

landlord came to her house and took me. “She 

will never find out, she’s old anyways.” 

Said the landlord. He took me to a poker table 

where I was exchanged for some weirdly small 

plates that were used to bet for. The people 

called these plates “chips,” but didn't eat them 

at all. I was put in a bag full of money where 

many other bills were. 

Most of them were small $20 bills and $1 bills, 

but then there were a couple $100 bills besides 

me. This man then took the bag and ran off 

with the bag. The bag then ripped and I fell of 

off the bag. I was now in the ground, and was 

left for dead. It was a rainy day. I was drained 

into some drain pipes. The pipes were full of 

unwanted material, like old toys and work 

papers. I guess I was also unwanted for who I 

am. I must have been there for a couple 

weeks. I was slowly dying. My color was fading 

and I was being killed of my natural colors. I 

saw many other deserted things there to. 

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