“I don’t get it,” Beau said. Paulie sighed.
“You know how Sid gets about traditions,” he said grimly. “C’mon, kid, you’re up next.” Beau balked.
“I’m not going up there!” he hissed. Paul gave him a sympathetic look even as he put one hand between his shoulder blades and propelled him forward.
“You’re going up there, you’re going to perform, and you’re
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