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They asked me for all kinds of personal tax information and I was advised not to give it to them. As I make very little money from them, I took my accountant's advice. Let 'em go buy a few happy meals.
My accountant wanted me to consult with my lawyer, as he thought that their request might violate Canadian privacy and tax laws. I didn't do it because Melody owed me less than it would cost me to pay my lawyer.
My accountant works on a flat fee unless there's an extraneous situation - wherein his hourly rate will kick in. I just think everyone is trying to fuck me - and I'm not even pretty anymore.
More importantly: Legs under the desk? Pic? Where? I guess I am not worthy...
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