Sublime

“Dov,” she said. “Would you mind …?” She shook her chain.

Imelda had forgotten all about Dolly and Frank’s supposed business She hadn’t seen him in months But he came to her now and told her how a few weeks ago he’d met a lad from Sligo who was selling a load of hash It was the deal of the century he told her He’d gone to Frank and together they went in on a kilo and the plan was to sell it on and use the

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