[ WP ] Poor people are able to pawn off their memories .

`` Are you sure there is n't anything else you want?'' she asks desperately. 
 
 `` I already toldja. All your other memories ai n't worth a damn. What am I gon na do with a quiet childhood and bunch of lonely nights?'' countered the shopkeeper. 
 
 She puts her hands over her daughter's ears and pleads, `` but it's the only memory I have to leave for my daughter. It may just be one night, but it's the only connection she has left of her father.'' 
 
 The unaffected shopkeeper gives his default reply, `` Lady, what do you want me to tell ya? This ai n't no charity, but I'll give you a fair price. Five hundred for one night -- that'll cover your rent for another month, put some food in that poor girl's stomach.'' 
 
 ``.. Let me think about it,'' she mulls. 
 
 `` Sure,'' the shoppkeeper nods, `` you think about it one last time.'' 
 
 As she steps away from the counter, the shopkeeper happily jots a note in his ledger: THE NIGHT I FELL IN LOVE.
