Mockingbird retired to his office and closed the door. Sitting down at his desk, he stared at the contract if front of him. “Somebody is going to be so hurt. And I’m going to make a ton of money. Does this bother me? Should it bother me?”
Mockingbird eyed her customer with ill disguised contempt. “It is correct. It’s called vanity sizing.”
Mockingbird poked at the tender spot in his conscience, I really need to get that removed.