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“Actually, the bands do interest me, but not necessarily for that reason. My gang is only twelve people, but we have thousands of customers. Since I see you obviously have no problem with illegal substances, I figure that your bands can sell my coffee for me. Though, I certainly don’t mind songs written about us, too.” “Capitalist!” shouted Starshine as she pointed violently towards wolf. She made the word sound like and insult. “Starshine,” said Thoreau in a calm voice, “perhaps you should wait outside.” “But father, he...” “Outside!” The plucky redhead bowed her head and stalked
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