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Another lesson
Jeffrey's POV "Singing lessons? Are you crazy? I can not sing to save my life! Well, actually, I can sing to save my life, but that is because my voice is so bad that when I sing, my enemies' eardrums will burst," Paris says. "You have not tried it yet. How will you know?" I ask. "I heard myself sing before, Jeff. Believe me, you do not want to listen to that. Besides, why should I learn to sing? It is not like I will use it in life," Paris says. "It is part of your education, and you need to do some art form. London is good at singing," I say. "Well, I am good at fighting, and that is an art form," Paris says. "Not everything in life is about fighting, Princess. You need to see the beautiful side of life as well," I try again. "Fine, but I warn you, if all the dogs in the Ki
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