Many Beans Necessary

“To hell with the firm.  I hate that job.  I will live off my winnings and see what happens next.  I could make that last a couple years.  Just need to exercise a little discipline.”

“Well sure, dear.”

He placed the fork down.

“Excuse me.  I got to make a call right quick sweetie.”


When he got up from the table, the damn klutz knocked his plate into the floor.

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