Yeah, you are my baby's daddy. Well I have to leave, but we'll be in touch. Asia dropped a piece of paper on my desk and walked out the door with a huge smile on her face. […] How could Asia just come in and drop a bombshell and then walk out like there was nothing to it?

[…]turning to the right again, but more sharply, the wayfarer found himself once more in villadom, but a villadom more ornate, more costly, with gardens to be measured in acres—or nearly.

There was something monstrous about his self-abnegations. Perhaps he denied himself the things for which he did not care. He wanted to seem nobler than any one else.

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