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Imprisoned by Greed

Ochuodho just sat there. He hadn’t moved from that position on the couch for hours, feet outstretched on the poof. He occasionally wiggled his toes, his pink big and little toes protruded through the torn socks. His ankle-length socks revealed bare, hairy and excessively ashy dark legs. His shorts were dirty green khakis squeezing the