All I’ve ever wanted out of this thing called life is to be strolling around in my $9,000 Italian sharkskin suit when a random dog comes running up to me and gets my incredibly expensive suit filthy but I don't get mad at the dog at all, I just playfully pet him before carrying on with the rest of my day; turns out his owner who is a supermodel and heir to a grocery store dynasty is so blown away by how cool I am about the whole thing she falls in love with me and we live on __________ Island the rest of our lives, I mean exactly when did this become too much to ask?
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