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You know the only thing you are good for is your wallet. I take every dime you make, going on shopping sprees with my friends, lounging around the pool, getting my hair & nails done all at your expense. I don’t give a fuck about your feelings. I only care about using you as a human wallet. You are absolutely pitiful. I drain your savings, max out all of your cards, and it’s still not enough. I am fucking someone else while you’re at work all day and about to take him to dinner on your dime. How does that make you feel loser? Pathetic, I know…It amuses me, but not enough to give you the time of day. Time to pull out your wallet and enjoy me ripping you off.