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| Matanzas |
There were four seats at the table, three people sat
down.
“Where’s D’Angelo?” asked boss #1.
“We can’t start without him,” added boss #2.
“We can’t start without him,” added boss #2.
“I thought the meeting was to solve our problems and
end this ridiculous turf war,” said boss #3.
“It’s a lack of respect to keep us bosses waiting,” they all agreed, checking for their weapons discreetly.
“It’s a lack of respect to keep us bosses waiting,” they all agreed, checking for their weapons discreetly.
Silence.
All of a sudden, loud sirens.
“The cops… That rat…” the three growled while they were arrested.
All of a sudden, loud sirens.
“The cops… That rat…” the three growled while they were arrested.
In the meantime, D’Angelo was enjoying the tropical sun
of the Witness Protection Program.
“I never liked being number 4,” he thought.
“I never liked being number 4,” he thought.
*giggles*
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