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(this is not Ricky, this is Dust, the main character of this story)113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiEUpMvgNK7
I recently got fired from my job at my local Chester's Kidzone, I thought to myself that maybe I should follow my passion for selling art. So I went to a Flea market and I began selling my paintings, well, people barely bought them. I was on the verge of calling it quits when a guy walked up to me, he looked like he was a fellow artist.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0dZHAaBF72
"Hey... How much is the painting of the Lion going for?" The man asked, he seemed to be hopped up on Coffee. He seemed to be nervous about someone.
"What are you offering?" I asked, taking a sip of my Vanilla Coke.
"120 dollars." The man said. That was exactly what I needed for rent.
"You got yourself a deal bro.." I said as I handed the man the painting.
"If you need a job.. My daughter needs a baby sitter..." He said as he looked at my painting.
"Sure... I don't know much about kids... I am better with cats then with kids." I said as I straightened my Helicopter cap. It was a part of my employee's uniform at Chester's Kidzone. It also helped to hide my Cat ears.
"Ana is very easy to get along with, I'm sure of it." The man said as he pulled out a piece of paper with an address written down on it. "Think about it."
ns 15.158.61.48da2
