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But you? "What else is in that stupid brain of yours aside from knowing how to spend all of my money? You're even dumber than a fucking toad!" … A short while later, I received a text message on my phone. "I don't know what you did to convince Mr. Princeton to put on such an act with you, but you should know your place and find out about him before you continue embarrassing yourself. You're just secondhand goods. You're no match for someone as high and mighty as him!"

Make your move, and make it count. ‘I’m working on it, Grandpa.’ ‘Fish!’ Sunny yelled. Logan’s fishing rod twitched in his hands. With lightning speed, he jerked the rod upwards, setting the hook. The fish struggled, its silver scales glinting in the sunlight. But Logan’s grip was firm. With steady precision, he reeled in the fish, each movement calculated to tire out its resistance. Finally, the fish emerged from the water, glistening in the fading sunlight. ‘Fish!’ Sunny applauded.

The slightest bit of the letter went wrong, all the legal proceedings he had attempted for his client would be forfeited. "Contract for the purchase of land west of Chicago." said Michael as he lay down on the black and white patterned sofa in Tobbie's room. Today he has a lot of work that makes him so exhausted that he is completely helpless to face the rest of the day today. And coincidentally the black and white sofa offers a comfort that makes it hard for Michael to refuse to lie on it. “A little less. Only need to add aspects of the land specification, then the paper will automatically turn into legal value paper."

I crouched in front of the safe, my fingers clenched so tightly around two documents that my knuckles had turned white. One of them was our marriage contract, signed three days ago, its edges already wrinkled from being crushed in my hand. When Enzo shoved that gold-stamped contract at me, the mix of cigar smoke and his usual cedar cologne had been so thick it almost drowned me.