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... ing across me fluttered from the breeze.
"So, how can I help you, faaather?"
"Seriously son, why do you speak like that?" My father, Marquis Ban Ket Hall asked.
"Does it annoy you?"
"It does."
"HAHAHAAHA!"
The Marquis clicked his tongue when I laughed at his face.
"I'm thinking of increasing tourism taxes..."
"My sincerest apologies."
Old fucker. I'll get him someday.
I was currently sitting in his office. Last nigh ...
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