Talking Too Much

You clever, smart mouth you… You bet a loan shark type of guy you could sell eggs to chickens with one hand tied behind your back. You were pretty silly that night. You woke up in the back of the loan shark’s car. He brought you the loveliest freshly squeezed orange juice and then reminded you of your bet.

So, clever one, how do you sell those eggs? Or, do you find a way out of this one without getting the loan shark annoyed.

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