Angelo had squandered his fortune on high risk dividends and wild stock options and all because of the advice from some pigmy.
Sitting in the sun under a hot northern California beach the pigmy slunk by dragging his right leg.
You must hear my tale.
Angelo mistook him for a child and asked if he was lost. The pigmy stared Angelo dead in the face and spoke of gain, and profit. Margins exploding by months — not years — and a stock market filled with bounce like a pogo stick.
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