The Rebirth of Capitalism

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The Rebirth of Capitalism "It used to be the other way around, you know," Jacob said, taking a swig of his beer of his beer from the bottle and keeping the liquid in his mouth. It looked cool, drinking that way. Connor did the same and almost chocked, coughing up the beer. "How's so?" "Well, the rich used to live up here, and the poor down there," Jacob said, pointing at the city below. Connor chuckled. "That's bollocks, ain't it?" "It's the truth, kid! Look, back then, before the Collapse, you could just live all day by simply providing services, you know?" Jacob shook his head. "No, you can't. How could you imagine it?" He raised the beer bottle in his face, examining it. It was full of scratches from the repeated use, marks on the dark brown glass. The label was long gone. "Imagine

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