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But if I let you get to 300, then that is a level of defeat I am too stubborn to let you attain. My hubris moves my fingers. 282

“One time, I dealt with this post-church Sunday crowd. I almost broke down in front of them, they were so terrible.” Alex shuddered just remembering it. “That was the last ...

I did! I’m proud of myself, really.

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“Easier than retail.” Alex snorted.

I do. I love it too.

What a vibe. Though, I prefer making people cry.

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“And if you tell them anything, you don’t get enough money to eat dinner that night.”

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The poet of my soul loved the repetition.