People always get excited about cold hard cash but I much prefer warm, bendy cash. There is something special about going to the ATM and getting fresh notes out that are all crisp and warm - it's a bit like getting bread from the bakery in the morning.
When I think of cold hard cash I think of coins which have been dropped in a fountain which some bum is wading through on a winter's night in order to scrape together enough for some goon. While his piles of twenty cent coins are indeed fat stacks of cold hard cash, this man is not rich.
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