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My wife and I are friends with someone who was a room mate years ago. When we lived together twenty years ago she looked down at me and told me I was a failure. I found it funny at the time being as my main job paid me twice as much as she was making, and I had a second job.
We are now both 45 years old (okay, I am 46) and she just bought herself her first car. Her and her daughter live in a room they rent from a person who has six thousand cats.
I don't feel sorry for her. I just don't.
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