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You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. "Where the hell did you find this?!"
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“Where do you think?” I answered.
“This would have been a death wish,” the worry in his voice nerved me.
“Since when did you care.”
“I don’t.” Good because we can’t afford that in this job and we definitely can’t afford them to know.
“Now, do you want it or not.”
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