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sunday afternoon...the phone rings.
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| riiiiing....riiiing....riiiiiing.... | |
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| whats up. its me...march. what you up to? i just thought id call you when ever the hell i wanted. lets go to juarez tomorow. i have to get back to work. ill call you later. | |
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doesnt call back. as expected...2 B continued
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| oh joy. i'll wear my tie. no messing around this time. im gona pull my balls out of my ass and go all out. | |
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