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Bitter Taste of Wealth
“I’m sorry, but... did you say that I would be singing?”
Phillip, a short flamboyant older gentleman gave a sheepish grin as he waved his hands.
“Oh,” he laughed out. “Did I forget to mention that? Yes, you are required to sing.”
“Mr. Gardenia, that was not a part of the agreement! Who said I can even sing?”
“Well,” he began, slightly embarrass
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