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Charles wants me to go with him to some secret gathering of demons aptly called The Gathering, but I'm not going. Why should I? What has he ever done for me except instill worry, regret, fear and sorrow into my life?
Oh, he can whine, moan, beg and carry on all he wants, but I don't care. I'm not going to some stupid gathering out in the middle of nowhere with the likes of him. No way.
But now he's come up with a tempting offer; he says if I accompany him for only three days, he'll remove himself from my life and leave me in peace for three whole months. Wow. I can't imagine how wonderful that would be. I wouldn't have to clean up after him, I'd get to watch what I want on TV, and best of all, I wouldn't have to put up with his stink or listen to his non-stop blathering. The thought, I have to admit, is enticing.
In fact, the temptation is so great that I'm even thinking of signing his dumb contract and going. But not just yet. Maybe I can get him to increase the length of his absence. And, I have to admit, I am more than pleased to watch him beg like the dog that he is.
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