"Welcome to our dinner party, madam, to both you and your lovely daughter," the hostess effused with a nonchalant toss of her hand and turned to her assembled throng of cocktail sipping guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, our entree has arrived."
I am asked to sign my life away on this big, golden contract. As I finish the last letter on the dotted line, energy drains away from me and a sense of impending decay floods through me as I grasp that he did not mean figuratively.
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