He wondered briefly
what it was like to dream. He never did. Possibly because he so seldom slept.
He was obsessed with obtaining all the wealth he could, burning the midnight
oil as often as possible. It protected a person from having to do things he
didn't want to do.
"I don't trust good fortune that comes so easily. There is always a price to be paid, Frannie. Always." He gave her a cocky grin. "I want to know the price before I have to pay it."
He doesn't need to know the path to adventure. He simply needs to recognize that it awaits.
To take from life what you can, while you can.
"I don't trust good fortune that comes so easily. There is always a price to be paid, Frannie. Always." He gave her a cocky grin. "I want to know the price before I have to pay it."
He doesn't need to know the path to adventure. He simply needs to recognize that it awaits.
To take from life what you can, while you can.
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