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This time around, no voice was heard, but loud rap music played from what seemed like a boom box.
Jo shook her head. Typical gangsters. Why did they always have to be so loud? She wondered.
They entered the room, and then Jo heard heard them speak, “Yo, my man H—”
“Shut up! You idiot! We said no names remember?”
“Yo, sorry man, I forgot.”
“See that it doesn't happen again.”
“Okay. Okay. You got my product?”
“You got my green?”
“You bet yo mama's sweet ass I do.”
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