Count your blessings
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So silent, I can hear every breath, every move. Never safe no matter were you turn. You never know what will come around the corner. And when you least expect it, BANG that's when it happens. And that my friends is a little something called the FBI.
you may think you can trust an agent, but not trust the gangster but sometimes it may seem the other way. but if you have the true skills of an agent, you know the right way even if it is the wrong way...
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