Adoon’s Jealousy

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His strong, coal-black hands crumpling and twisting his faded old hat, the thirty-year-old Adoons said in a quiet but firm voice to his employer, Mr. Waldman, the produce dealer,

“Baas, I’m finishing off at the end of this month.”

The tall, slim, forty-five-year-old bachelor Waldman opened his brown eyes wide in amazement.

“And then, Adoons?”

“Then…

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