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There's something so immensely satisfying about paying your bills. You wake up in the morning and your account balance is a riveting, whooping 10 thousand bucks - that's SWE bucks, for those of you who just gasped or choked on something. You sit yourself down and you slit some envelopes in a calculating businesslike fashion with a real wicked silver letter-opener. You tear off every invoice you've accumulated during the month - there are a couple. You open that internet bank up, and you get 'er done. You get 'em all done. Then you sit back, as the king of your money, and you can relax for a while once more.