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address in Brooklyn, but to a different one, five block

d the stre

basement apartment.

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r. She messed up her hair. She sprayed cheap vanilla perfume

d sprinted the five blocks. She entered the decoy building fr

out the

holding a bag from a high-e

he said, holding up the pharmac

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had paid twenty bucks to act crazy star

er face flushing. "Go.

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id. "I'm taking

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lo. You have

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tated, th

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nd casual. "What do you do all

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ed out th

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