himself and made a face as he looked it over. “You must pay all of this coin?” Kate nodded and laid her head down on the table. “I can’t stare at that screen anymore.” “Wait a faeborn minute.” Cress’s fist dropped to the tabletop, and Kate jumped. “You must pay taxes on the coin you earn, and then you must pay taxes again when you spend the coin you earn, and then you must pay taxes on—” “It doesn’t make sense. Don’t try to understand it,” Kate advised, sitting back. “This is preposterous.”
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