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A little Confucius for you: "I'm fine," says the man who craps blood.
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Yeah. I hear being a drug dealer is good money, too. I'm not making a judgment here, but I am suggesting that "easy money" is never easy.
If you're really both okay with her resorting to this to make money during hard times, you shouldn't be dying inside... especially physically.
Panic attacks? Internal organs crying tears of your crimson life-fluid? Something ain't kosher.
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