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- "*Screeeech! Rata-tata-tata-tata!* Tires squealed as a black sedan whipped around the corner. Two mugs hung from the windows, firing their guns in my general direction [...] I quickly ducked behind my car, expecting my attackers to return, sure enough, Lenny Mobster's mugs came tearing back down the street. Machine-gun bullets ripped the finish off my beautiful sedan--not to mention the chrome and the windshield."
- - Pages 33-34
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