Jefferson

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It's almost a shame to cut such beautiful product as this. It's still four or five times stronger than the absolute trash I'd buy in London before I started bringing my own supply with me. Perks of a company jet; no risky balloons of powder concealed in an orifice down south. I grind up the aspirin with Jane's old mortar and pestle. I never understood why she left the things she did, but I'm certainly grateful now. I put on a big show for the newbies, but I really don't resent her as much as I probably should. The alimony is really pretty light; it was the initial divorce that was brutal. Three million, down the drain. Power, instead of money. That was her goal. She just needed money to get there, so why not take mine? She played me like a fucking fiddle, but I admire her for it. She's got the district attorney's balls in her manicured fist, and half the city's morally-bankrupt wealthy in her debt. I am going to need her.

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