And my husband spoke and he said unto me:
‘I have not seen fit to give you my neglected old desk, filled with yellow pages from 1999, and other stuff I have forgotten I have, to you. I have received your request, and rejected it.
I’d rather have my desk just standing there, doing nothing and gathering dust, than to let you have it.
After all: it’s Mine.
Your reasoning that I’m at work all day, and don’t get home till seven at night, is not reasonable. After all: the desk is Mine.
Your argument that I never use the desk is neither here nor there, after all: the desk is Mine. I don’t care you could really use it for your work, after all: it’s Mine.
However, you may put a large picture of me on the desk and use it as a shrine.
After all: it’s mine.’
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