No more small down doldrums for me.
I built this business after saving a ton of money and performed all across the Midwest to get this thing going.
Nobody was going to shut me down after how hard I worked to make this dream come true.
Props.
Wigs.
Artifacts.
Carnival memorabilia.
That was all me, and no one will take it away.
I wondered who was going to crap all over my dreams turned into reality.
The phone rang and I answered it.
“Hello, Ms. Lewis.”
That voice was booming yet emotionless.
“My name is Garth Almassy, and I think your little business should go somewhere else.”
Wow, seriously?
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