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It was not my temporary boyfriend.
It was the credit union from the vast unending store of great enlightening financial institutions. They said they want me to accept a platinum Visa with a much higher limit and much lower interest. I'm, like, are you sure you're assessing my account balances? Yes. Yes. They're sure. They think I'm a good citizen.
Which is, of course, very, very true, but, well, I'm not used to people acknowledging that.
always and any time....
