"My angel, my life, my entire world, you're the one that I want, the one that I need, let me be with you always, my love, my everything."
-Unknownymous
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"I'm not taking your money..." said a baritone voice in the other line.
"I want a different payment for it..."
"I want your daughter to work for me, or else..."
"I swear to make you regret defying me..." autorotative remarks of the person in the other line...
He said this with a hint of threatening sounds meant for my foster father, which made the latter shiver in fear.
Blood easily run off Papa George's face, as soon as he heard the words coming from the mouth of the asshole who thinks humans are like things that we can just give off in exchange for his selfish satisfaction.
"B-But..." Papa George tries to bargain, but still, finds nothing to say.
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