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“Son, we live in a world that has auctions, and those auctions have to be guarded by men with computers. Whose gonna do it? You? You, KC? I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Sellers, and you curse the Buyers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That the sale of a double bubble, while tragic, probably saved money. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves feedback. I know deep down in places you dont talk about at parties, you don’t want me bidding, you need me bidding. We use words like honor, code, loyalty, paypal, feedback. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very thread I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a Macy's account, and stand to post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!”
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