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joey fuckin H

I was there in the next room when I heard a herd of people start coming inside the Sheriff's station and the familiar voice of Santino Avera echoing through the walls. There was a crack in the wall, and I looked through it, seeing Hitman Avera bawling his eyes out with a mouthful of food, being cooperative with the detectives, and spilling all the inside business that La Mariposa has.

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