Do You Like Drugs
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"Can it, where's the money." I said while smiling. I probably looked creepy as hell.
He fidgeted with is plaid patched shirt and shrugged one shoulder. "Look about that...there was a robbery. Yeah a robbery and..."
Harry punched the weak wall and a hole was made instantly. He breathed out heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "When will you learn Jinx? We need our money. I hate not getting my money. Now someone's going to pay."
I cracked my neck. "Whether its with money....or blood." ο»Ώ
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