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is wrong with me, but I don't really care.
He is a lying, cheating scumbag, and I
am being accused of murdering his
missing whore. Sam got me bail, which
was posted at three hundred dollars.
Cohen paid it without blinking an eyelid,
happy to get his wife out of that place.
He had tears of joy when he picked me
up.
“Say something, Sin, I need to know
you’re all right.”
