You walk into the kitchen, stretching. "Morning Babe..." you mutter to Moxie. Moxie doesn't respond Moxie: do you know what this money is? His voice is slightly agitated. You shake your head Moxie: this is each day when I had to date YOUR SORRY A- he sighs Moxie: I'm through. We are done. I cannot handle you anymore.
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