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Pitching The Money Wind Up


While defending their turf about the allowance that had an option to be claimed in the contract featuring a group of mature ladies a warm Gulfstream breeze came through the window and in a hurry a memory came back to Hal about a show featuring a winning talent, Miss Teheran.

“She was a Jezebel’s kitten and had a real delightful place,” Hal told Dale.

“How do you know that?”

“Back when I was young out of the money with golden curls,” Hal started a nice spin, “there was an inquiry from the stewards that had no action, but Miss Teheran invited me over to hear what the three-year old maidens were claiming.”

“And what was that?”

“We will take control of the show with my winning romp,” she basically explained to me, “using Japanese strong feelings of affection we load up Moe then draw them into coming to see things our way.”

“Did it work?”

“Within a second Miss Teheran pulled her weight of glory,” Hal continued, “got the right to have an option claiming an allowance.”

At that point Dale returned to the computer and typed up the scene. When finished pressed the computer send button.

“Hal, our proposal is now done,” Dale returned finding Hal frozen solid from a cold front that quickly came up over the horizon.


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