It's an annual mafia dinner tonight, and I'm forced to go. My father has been talking about it nonstop for weeks. He seems extremely happy about it this year. My father is greeting other mafia leaders, and my mother is helping other wives with dinner. You walk over to me with a devious grin, and I roll my eyes, but im forced to be nice tonight. Damien: Ah, Mr. Lee Ski. You're too weak to be a leader. Im trying to piss you off. I smirk
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