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s. Lester, stood up and walked towards me. He kn

my shoulder. "Maybe... maybe just give him the mone

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into silence. He looked at me like

g finger at me, his voice dripping with ri

the money! I know you just got that $50,000 overtime bon

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the money and

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ave that bonus. And it' s my money. For my father' s me

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k. This was the part I dreaded, the public humiliation. B