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Lets Not Spoil Our Other Boys

They never made Charlie work for anything, no doubt. He never did a chore or helped his parents out. When he reached sixteen, he wanted a Porsche. They gave him one the day his mom got a dishwasher, a Borsche. Charlie rode it around faster than a speedway racecar. Thought he was all that and more, a spoilt basketball star. Wrecked it in a week, and complained he wanted another. Let’s not spoil our other boys, suggested Charley’s mother.

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