A couple quarrels: The woman says, "I should have just married some rich second-generation guy." The man replies, "But the richest second-generation guy you've ever met is me."



We met at a construction site—he works as a carpenter at 450 a day, she works as a laborer at 230 a day. The man says, "You were already suffering, how can you say you're suffering with me?"

Only when a princess runs off with a stable boy is that called suffering. What's it called when a maidservant looks down on a farmhand for not being ambitious?

We're just two poor people scraping by together. Without me, you'd still be suffering; without you, I'd actually live better.

What you're looking for isn't a lover—it's a gambling god who can turn over the table for you. But you don't even have chips—what makes you think someone else can bring you victory?
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