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She was beautiful, like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I ought to smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks. Hey. One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can’t take it. I just wanna see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars. So, I do this to myself. And you know what? She can’t stand the sight of me. She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I’m always smiling.

I think you and your friend have found the last game in town. where it hurts, their wallets. It’s bold. You gonna count me in?

I thought this might be a good opportunity for… improving the foundations.