Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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The one time I had spoken with Cohen at McConnell’s, he seemed an intent man, primarily intent upon not giving me my cabbage.

Dershtikt zolstu veren! He said that he wasn’t a bank, and that his cash was “tied up in inventory,” and it would take “a few days” for him to get it. He was thick of lip, with an infectious and annoying, nervous chatter. He may have missed his calling as an overbearing high school teacher. He was on a mission, but it was none of your business what that mission was. Considering himself smart, he consequently considered most others stupid, short selling them like a kike Joe Kennedy, ostensibly unaware of others abilities to surmise. He seemed physically unbalanced in that his ability to grow thick facial hair far exceeded his ability to grow his singular black suit wardrobe, though they were in the same general region.

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