Tales from Destin: Slumdog Millionaire

I entered a clothing store with several of my cousins as we were browsing the local outlet mall. I wasn’t really looking for anything. I was just tagging along.

Reese casually looked at the tag on a shirt. “Made in India,” he said. Then it hit him a couple seconds later and he sighed, “Aww, that makes me think of Slumdog Millionaire.”

“Those poor little slumdogs,” I interjected with as tearful a voice as I could muster, “I wish they could all be millionaires! I’d make them all millionaires if I could! They may be untouchables, but they touched my heart!”

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