a conversation with them. The price is $1 per minute. My name is Carl. And you are?” “Jet...Jet Johnson, nice to meet you. Would you mind transferring me to Apollo, you know, the god of music, poetry, and prophecy. I need to ask him about my future,” said Jet. Jet paid the man for 10 minutes as the he connected him to Apollo. Suddenly, all he could see was a bright white. A figure as tall as a giraffe with a lyre appeared in front of him. “My dear Apollo, I seek for your advice. I want to find…
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