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... mpy pants. It doesn't cost any tax."
I turn the car towards the edge of the city, heading for the exclusive club. "I'll keep reminding myself why I haven't murdered my best friend yet. Prison food isn't worth it."
It's freezing in New York, colder than I expected. Coming from Imperial City, where it's still fairly warm, this cold feels like a personal attack. And to make things worse, my night was supposed to be simple: an XL pizza, my bed, and blissful, uninterrupted sleep. But ...
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