Oh Maria, Maria, Maria Duval…

I checked into my buddy’s home at the end of the street,
A simply decorated rental unit that is about 700 square feet.

I always like to look for her when I was bored.
She’s a homely girl so I can find her most of the time whenever she’s not at work.

Yeah, as her buddy, I know about of her secrets. Well….

At the corner of her queen size bed, I saw a stash of newspapers. What an untidy woman! Saw an ad that caught my attention.

She says she is able to help me. FOC. As long as I have faith in her.

Nah, nothing much to lose I guess. Why not?

I filled up the form at the corner of the ad, and showed it to buddy. She said while crunching on her tidbits that I was mad to believe in it!

I told her I would give it a try and let her know what’s going on…

Sad isn’t it? While we grow up, our wisdom improves, but the faith we have in this world pares. I think this is lamentable.

Can I put my belief in what you say, Maria Duval?

I’m not a lazy person who wishes for ripen apples to drop from the sky. I am willing to put in hardwork for exchange of better success. Just give me a peek of the possibility will do. Hope.

On the form, the question asks how much money do I desire?

This is a nonsense question. Can I put 1 trillion? 1 billion? 1 million? 100K? 10K? 1K or $100?

Well, more money is not what I hope.

What I hope for is a harmonious and satisfactory ending to each humble day.

This is not a demanding request, Maria Duval.

So on my way home, I posted the letter and I pray expectantly for congenial reply soon.

Please help me, Maria Duval.

No matter what, I got a feeling she’s a real person who wants to help rundown people around/

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