It seems as if I'm writing huge check everytime I turn around. I should have known what I was getting into before I got into it. I'm a wreck, but driving around in a new car. Twisting guts and all. I wake up in the wee morning hours fretting about not having any extra money to do fun things with. Sure, I've got a car to take me places now, but I haven't any money to spend when I get there.
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That's the sound of the change jingling in my pocket. Oh wait, there isn't any.
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