Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “Boss…Boss…Faingyouhere…Iwaslooking…”Imagination,whowashidingintheairsonoonecouldseeher,benddownandtwistedtheswitthered-hairedwoman’sbraihatofthefatmanstandingbesideher.Themaninredsawthatthered-hairedwomanwastwistiman’searandcouldsurmisewhathadhappened.Heimmediatelyputbackthefierceexpressiononhisfadgavehisarydhideousugh,

    “What?Yougotanotherjohnthatrefusedtopay?Letmeseewhohasthegutstodothatonmyturf!”Thered-hairedwomansteppedhurriedlyinfrontofthefatman,likeahenprotegheryoung.Shesmiledatthemaninredfawninglyandsaid,

    “Ohno,no,boss.Thisjohnisaridgenerous.Hedidnotrefusetopay…eh,nooneinhisrightmindwoulddothatonyourturf,