A little perspective is an aid to understanding. I got on the Schwinn and pedaled out to Prosper, Texas, to see how my neighbor Deion Sanders was holding up after his public, messy, and very noisy divorce from Pilar.
Okay, house looks as magnificent as ever, that's good.
I'll just pull back a bit and -- oh, dear.
Well, it's so: Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt and the wife's legal team can force you to share stuff. Besides, women don't care about the size of your house, but only the size of your heart and the gold of your personality.
Maybe the size of the house a little bit sometimes.
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