It was a night filled with out brands of parlor magic and tricks to some paying customers.
With some of the sales going on, we made extra, but still were under the amount I was supposed to owe.
I copied that fake tax notice from RWO and sent it to Inspector Hayes to help him get evidence.
All of us will unite against these bogus slights against us.
I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. The show’s still going on.
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