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Georgie sat at his desk in the New York district of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. As he counted his money he recently took off of some earner, he wept a small tear. He hated having to give all of the mobsters the nod for one or two units up in space of drugs after they bribed him. Day after day he was made fun of, since he was such an annoyance to the mobsters that frequented NYC. The New Orleans agent or some other city over in the west always made fun of him. Those guys were a real hit with the mafia. George packed his briefcase, pushed his glasses up onto his face and slowly walked to the alleyway where he conducted business. There, he was a very tall and intimidating man where he yelled at anybody that conducted with him. Inside however, he was small and weak. |
