http://slow.writerscafe.org/CandiedJester The original writings of author omnes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066065 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It is no secret, that to be poor and happyis far preferable to being well-off and miserable.I speak from experiencewhen I sayI would not trade these days--working for minimum wagehardly paying my billsin debt up to my ears--for anything.What is the worth of financial security, anyway?Piece.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CandiedJester/1302418/ What is it...that compels intelligent young women to lust after intelligent, older, yet not unhandsome, and higher statused men?Is it that the young men are just so inexperienced with life, so naive, and so uglily immature, that they just don't deserve our desires? Or, is it the ego? 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