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The solitary ring of Mr. Doutfire telephone filled his large office. The silky black phone set vibrated under the distressed call. With no one to answer the call went to voice mail and a new sound filled the pristine office. A deep and hurried voice filled the office. It was voice that had clearly fallen from graces. It's very sound made the office's shiny wood workings look duller.
"Shit shit. James? James I need your help. I messed up bad. Do you remember the girl? Well I? Fuck." An strange high pitch sound escaped the phone's answering machine. "Just call me." The voice swallowed deeply the went silent. Wind from outside made Mr. Doutfire's office windows shutter. Then the wind stopped and the large space, once again fell into silence.
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The love Tactic
HumorThe prince is in trouble. After barking up the wrong tree he's going to need to enlist the help of two very ditsy men to set things right
