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Well, I'd pay off my parents' mortgage and move them somewhere pleasant, buy my brother a nice house, take family and friends on a first-class trip to somewhere extravagant, finally buy myself a new car... Then I'd donate to a ream of charities -- programs that help inner-city kids get to college, help people to read and write, and I'd create an endowment for young journalists to get an all expense paid, six-month mentorship of their choice, selected from a list of prestigious publications.
After that, I have no idea, honestly. Probably spend the rest of my life avoiding con artists, kidnappers, and people who cruise in the merge lane. On the bright side, I'd get laid a whole helluva lot, which would be a nice for a change.
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"The idea that money doesn't buy you happiness is a lie put about by the rich, to stop the poor from killing them." -- Michael Caine
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