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Chapter 52: A Modest Foundation (2)
Author: Mischief
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"You are going to take that uniform, you are going to report for your shift at eight-thirty tonight, and you are going to earn six hundred dollars a week to pay for this family's food."

"I can't do manual labor!" Paul shouts, standing up frantically, his face flushing red with shame.

"If the city's business elite find out that Paul Richards is working as a night watchman, I will never be able to show my face in public again!"

"You already can't show your face in public, Dad,"

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