The Moneygoround

round, to their tune. The Oxford students hold the £5 note aloft, and chant and laugh and mock at the scuff-scuff scuff of his battered shoes against the High Street concrete as he melts into past dance floors—sticky, heaving, full of women to impress, alcohol slosh-slosh sloshing—his hunger and his humiliation briefly dissolving, before 'now do a twirl!' shifts his focus back to the money and he makes his world go

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