whatsausernamereally

        "Five hundred thirty-six and fifty cents, five hundred forty five and twenty three cents..."        He had lost the spark in his eyes.        "Five hundred seventy two and twenty cents..."        The optimism that lived in the sound waves of his melodious voice had neutralized as the waves had.        "What are you doing, daddy?"        "An expense report, sweetheart."        He didn't even attempt to show positivity towards his daughter, who seemed to be an exact duplicate of his younger self. The little girl didn't mind his lack of happiness. She held so much of the emotion in herself that it was enough to make up for th