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I don’t need your money. I want it. In my hand. In my bank account. It’s mine because I own you, you work for me, and I deserve it. We both know I make more than you, so taking your money is actually hilarious to me. Leaving you to eat Ramen noodles while I fly around the world eating the most expensive lobster. You can’t even spend without asking permission. I own that Wallet. You are a wallet. So I own YOU!