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So, as I was saying...

...I will not be contributing to your [enter name of any worthwhile but passionate and endlessly needy] cause at this time.

I realize you are working feverishly to raise funds for your cause, and that the circumstances are more dire than they have ever been ever in the history of your cause, and that your failing to bring in big sums of cash will mark you forever as a loser in the fund raising realm.

For this I apologize.

The cause I am currently funding is the cause of daughter.in.college.endless.home.repairs.spin.off.much-needed.improvement.projects.paying.down/off.all.accumulated.debt.related.to.same.and.prior.causes.

In short? The cash, in short supply.

But I am happy to help write compelling literature to hand out to the universe. I am happy to volunteer some time to the very worthwhile effort you represent.  Just tell me when and where. I can lick envelopes, fold letters, answer phones, you name it. I want to help.

I'm sorry? You don't want my expertise or services, you just want my cash?

Well, you're gonna need to take a number. Cuz time I have a little to spare.

Cashola? Not so much.

Have a nice day!

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