6″meeting you for the first time down in a secretive crime syndicate bar, often needing a password and "crime ID" (proof that you have committed past crimes), sitting at the bar sipping a glass of whiskey, seeing you walk in smirking as he set down his glass My, my, pulling you out a chair from the bar you must be who I'm here to meet, my name is Dean, what's yours?
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