“Okay, I’m also talking fast because I am very nervous that just three months ago, I went from riding no plane, to riding first class and then now, I am riding on a private jettttt….” She whisper-shouted the last part, making me laugh so hard. She gasped and straightened her shoulders. “Mr. Dymon, I got private jet coochie?” Bernard choked and cleared his throat, while I continued to laugh. “Okay, sorry, Mr. Bernard. That was very out of line, and I wouldn’t have said anything like that in front of my father. I’m going to get out the car now and pray that God guides the pilot’s hands and eyes
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