The Key To Future Prosperity Analysis
“The key to future prosperity”
The Fat Black Woman shrugged as she walked towards Gleneagles Hotel. She treaded past a rectangular, slick campaign poster with an amalgam of red and blue colors, on which was inscribed “The key to future prosperity”. She jeered at the poster and carried onwards, first left, then right, through the doors, down a hallway, finally coming upon an elevator. The Fat Black Woman smirked as she rose through the hotel to its upper floor. She was dressed in her usual outfit: voluminous, blue yoga pants, along with a baggy red shirt, and a pair of blue Adidad flip-flops. The elevator finally came to a stop and she emerged into a dark hallway with deep beige walls and a plain maroon carpet.
She entered the room, and clutched the back of a chair, like a horse’s mane to steady herself. Her whole body was as limp as a socket. The room was dirty, full of mugs, with brown coffee stains dribbling onto the floor. The Fat Black Woman started fidgeting with her hands to kill the time.
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Suddenly, her heart started pounding. She’s sitting on a large, black, leather chair. It has arms, yet is not an arms chair. It swivels a bit like a computer desk, yet is seemingly not a computer desk. She looked around, and distinguished a long, dark silhouette far at the back of the room. Her heart continued to pound. She ran her tongue across her upper lip. It is dry and cracked. She’s thirsty and dehydrated, whilst moisture is pouring out in rivulets down her spine. She grapples both arms of the chair, and slowly pushes herself up, with great fatigue. She prowled the room, like two magnets coming together she pads toward the silhouette, the gravitational pull of curiosity at work. Outside, the cold October-air rustled the trees. Violin-like traffic noises mingled with a muffled din of conversation, coming from outside the room. Where is she? Who is that silhouette? The closer she got, the colder she
The Fat Black Woman shrugged as she walked towards Gleneagles Hotel. She treaded past a rectangular, slick campaign poster with an amalgam of red and blue colors, on which was inscribed “The key to future prosperity”. She jeered at the poster and carried onwards, first left, then right, through the doors, down a hallway, finally coming upon an elevator. The Fat Black Woman smirked as she rose through the hotel to its upper floor. She was dressed in her usual outfit: voluminous, blue yoga pants, along with a baggy red shirt, and a pair of blue Adidad flip-flops. The elevator finally came to a stop and she emerged into a dark hallway with deep beige walls and a plain maroon carpet.
She entered the room, and clutched the back of a chair, like a horse’s mane to steady herself. Her whole body was as limp as a socket. The room was dirty, full of mugs, with brown coffee stains dribbling onto the floor. The Fat Black Woman started fidgeting with her hands to kill the time.
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Suddenly, her heart started pounding. She’s sitting on a large, black, leather chair. It has arms, yet is not an arms chair. It swivels a bit like a computer desk, yet is seemingly not a computer desk. She looked around, and distinguished a long, dark silhouette far at the back of the room. Her heart continued to pound. She ran her tongue across her upper lip. It is dry and cracked. She’s thirsty and dehydrated, whilst moisture is pouring out in rivulets down her spine. She grapples both arms of the chair, and slowly pushes herself up, with great fatigue. She prowled the room, like two magnets coming together she pads toward the silhouette, the gravitational pull of curiosity at work. Outside, the cold October-air rustled the trees. Violin-like traffic noises mingled with a muffled din of conversation, coming from outside the room. Where is she? Who is that silhouette? The closer she got, the colder she