The two men met under the cover off the darkness at the stroke of midnight.
" So, Mr. Centipede, have you decided to take up the offer? I'm giving you two thousand dollars to settle the cave business." The grasshopper smiled at the centipede, almost maliciously.
"Okay." The centipede replied shakily.
The grasshopper picked up a small suitcase and handed it to the centipede.
And then he was gone in a flash.
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An Imperial Affliction
General Fiction"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
