Through the window of discontent, she looked

Through the window of discontent, she looked at the world. Bemused, a sad chuckle escaped her lips as she muttered the only words the made sense in the moment, "Brill Cream and
a Snappy tie, turns a boy into a swell guy." She smiled through gritted teeth and held the product to the TV camera. She was the headliner for Mercury Theater on the Air, but now
that she had a winning lottery ticket in her pocket, all that was about to change. She just had to battle through today until she could go and cash it in for the jackpot prize.
And like all battles in these modern times, hers was a difficult one. Turns out homeless men near banks where your ex works are terrible confidants. She lost the ticket.
Still, she had other things to worry about. Her home was about to be repossessed due to another, unrelated legal battle which she had inexplicably lost. The bailiffs were due to
show up at the door at any moment. Hanging up the phone, she glanced out the window to the street. A black car was pulled up already. She sighed, and sat in at the kitchen table.
There was a knock on the door. Somehow she had forgot to see who it was earlier so she didn't know who to suspect it might be. Aunt Joe maybe. "Miss, there are 2 IRS Agents here."
Outside, agents Davis and McCoy rifled through stacks of legal papers. This was the worst part of their job. "Knock again," said Davis, "the IRS waits for nobody." "Maybe she's not
decent," suggested Agent McCoy. Agent Davis froze, & then promptly heaved the battering ram thru the door: "IRS! Emergency audit! Stay exactly as is!" He eagerly ran to her bedroom
and stopped dead. She was in a pinstriped suit, surrounded by paperwork and brandishing a calculator. "Agent Davis, I presume. I hereby arrest you for tax fraud." It's a fair cop.

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