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There were audible snorts and snickers among the Wolf Pack. “If you help us, we can pay you in hemp. It’s very useful. It makes groovy clothing, ropes, paper, even fuel. We grow it in abundance.” Franklin leaned over towards me and whispered, “Too bad they make doobies with it instead of those things.” “I run a shipping business not a manufacturing business. I wouldn’t know what to do with bales of hemp.” “Is there something else then? Maybe some chicks?” Sunshine whispered into her father’s ear then he said, “my daughter tells me that you were interested in having songs made about you by our bands.”
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