You would have sold your inheritance.
It was the Event of the Century, a definite don’t-miss. Everybody who was anybody was going to be there
… except you, who had no ticket. You briefly considered offering your firstborn in exchange for that piece of paper but in the end, it wasn’t necessary: two phone calls, badda-bing.
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