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The One-Man Drug Company

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But Lenny doesn’t finish the thought. His phone rings, a customer from earlier looking to replenish his supply. A seven-block walk for an extra $60. Lenny shakes his head. “Fuck it,” he says. “Let’s get on that.”


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