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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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the same boat, Nick Rosen said. I've never had to worry about money, and I never will. He thinks that makes me softer than everyone else on. I wouldn't disagree with him, but I do work. I clock in and clock back out. Some of my girlfriends have literally never had a job. They discussed people with jobs in the pitying tones. You talk about a fat tickle with such a nice face. They were leaned forward and say, But of course Ellen has to work like something out of a Noel Coward play. They don't count on me because I can always quit my job if I want to. I will build my days around charity committees and home decoration and gardening and volunteering. I don't think there's anything wrong with building a life around those things. Most beautiful, good things are done by women people scorn. But I work. Nick, I'm on your side here will be okay no matter what. My money is your money. But according to the pre nup, he is drunk. He only mentioned supreme up when he's drunk. Then all the resentment comes back. I've told him hundreds, literally hundreds of times. I've said the words The pre nup is pure business. It's not for me. It's not even for my parents. It's for my parents lawyers. It says nothing about us, not you and me. He walks over toward the kitchen, tosses his wallet and will $2 on the coffee table, crumbles a piece of notepaper and toss it in the trash with a Siri's of credit card receipts. That's a ****** thing to say, Nick. It's a ****** way to feel Amy. He walks to a bar in the careful, swamp waiting gait of a drunk and actually poured himself another drink. You're gonna make yourself sick. I say he raises his glass and up yours. Cheers to me. You just don't get it, Amy, you just can't. I've worked as I was 14 years old. I didn't get to go to ******* tennis camp and creative writing camp and s a T prep and all that **** that apparently everyone else in York City did, because I was wiping down tables at the mall and I was mowing lawns and I was driving to Hannibal and ******* dressing like Huck Finn for the tourists on. I was cleaning the funnel cake skillets at midnight