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He snorted. “Why you hate my son, Don?” “Menace, the fuck you chatting about?” He sighed into the phone, as I sat on the edge of a lounge chair. “Dennis told me he felt some kind of way.” I held the phone away from my ear. “Who the fuck is Dennis?”
Don Caselli (Caselli Family, #2)
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