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His son was gaming again when the agent arrived.
“Congratulations. Your boy just clocked a billion followers, so now he’s ours.”
Men with ear pieces pushed past. “You can’t do this.”
“Read the fine print.” The agent smiled. “His people will call you.”
“I should have insisted we play baseball.” Terms of Service
It’s been a while. I freely admit it. But I’m still here and still writing. This time the prompt in @jayna’s fifty word story challenge was “child”. So here’s my take on the prompt. — @thinknzombie Terms of Service
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