There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and… — Haruki Murakami
There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it's gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money. Except there's no money left. And no hope.
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