Verity drew a bundle out with her glove-bagged hand, Franklin’s mild portrait bisected by a red elastic band… — William Gibson
Verity drew a bundle out with her glove-bagged hand, Franklin’s mild portrait bisected by a red elastic band. “This is wrong, this kind of money. You know that?”
“Gives us agency.”
“Agency?”
“Capacity to act,” Eunice said.
“Act how?”
“Say we need to buy some shit.”
“What shit?”
“Kind that takes cash money.”
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