If I were billionaire, which I wanna be so freakin' bad, I would hire a butler to wait on my every whim, and I would never try to do things myself.
But I am not, and I need so much help I feel the need to do some things on m own rather than bother people all the time.
That's why I have a cut and a bump on my forehead.
I smacked it into the lift this morning, picking up my glasses.
It hurt, but I didn't bother anyone.
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