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Dear Cruel Fate:
Please be nice to poor me.
You made me slip on ice in front of one of the houses on Banff that could easily go for a million in the current market on the way to work. On the ground, I cursed and screamed at the house, even though its owners were probably comfy and happy after driving their SUVs to their Bay Street offices. That REALLY hurt. If you can afford a fancy-pants home, either shovel properly or get a condo, you lazy asses.
The universe balances itself and they'll be struck down, right?
... Right?
Please be nice to poor me.
You made me slip on ice in front of one of the houses on Banff that could easily go for a million in the current market on the way to work. On the ground, I cursed and screamed at the house, even though its owners were probably comfy and happy after driving their SUVs to their Bay Street offices. That REALLY hurt. If you can afford a fancy-pants home, either shovel properly or get a condo, you lazy asses.
The universe balances itself and they'll be struck down, right?
... Right?
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Yes, it eventually balances out.
Just not as fast as we wish it would.
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