For your father, if you’re ever having a discussion, you have his full attention, and your life is under his dictation, even all he looks down on, what he sees as a loss for anyone, it would be treasure and you would be grateful to him, the lily in the valley, how much is it really worth, is it worth digging to hell, or you worked hard and made it to management, this lovely lady really wants the job, she would do anything, is it the stink of this fruit so tempting, consider where you are, on the edge of a cliff, is it worth judging, maybe with the sun in the sky, as the sun burns, peace and death is worth everything, the bee rolled around in nectar then took a shit, you can bet I'll still pay for it...

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