11th Design [voice]

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Despite the rather troubling events happening, business, apparently, marches on. In this case, mine. I've discovered that I'm it a bit of a bind; my success, while to be expected, has had three, well mostly two, rather unfortunate results.

Firstly, I have more than enough commissions to keep me busy for the next several months, and yet I'd like to take on more, expand my repertoire, and that necessitates hiring more help to assist in production which I don't currently have enough currency to hire.

Secondly, I need more space, even if I don't expand, my current workshop is getting too small for my purposes. Again, my lack of currency is an obstacle.

So despite my inclination to remain sole owner, I'm looking for investors who, for a respectable investment, will be given a percentage of ownership in my works.

If you happen to have any interest, please let me know, I have some ideas for my eventual expansion that I would be more than happy to share with you.

Comments

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Then don't make it a contest.

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I'm not staring into your eyes for any reason, contest or not.

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Not even if I speak Spanish?

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I heard you speak Spanish. It made my ears bleed.

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Says the girl who's been misspelling "Panem" for a couple months now.

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At least I told you that your Spanish was terrible right off the bat. I didn't let you keep repeating it like a fool.

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I only said it in front of you about a hundred times. You made me try to figure Spanish out on the spur of the moment.

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Yet you waited a hundred times to tell me I was off. Besides, you asked for something easy and Hips Don't Lie is repetitive. You were the one who asked for my part which had more Spanish in it. This is all your fault.

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Oh, that's right, I was the one who showed up at your door in a miniskirt in the middle of the night and dragged you out to sing songs you've never heard before in front of a live audience.

...Wait, no I wasn't. That was you.

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But you let me. Nobody's fault but your own.

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What can I say? I like your legs too much to let them freeze in the cold for long.

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At least now I know how to get you to do anything I want.

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Getting a dress to match those shoes I like is a start, I'll give you that.

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Do you think that everything revolves around you?

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In a perfect world.