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I didn't expect you to take that
like a man wearing a lot of
makeup and frilly lace. He
insisted I call him "Susan." I obliged. Susan had the arms of a pro-wrestler. We're talking Hulkamania here. I wasn't going to turn down her help, not while Bugsy's gang was after me. A guy can't be too
crazy about cicken wings dipped in
ketcup. Cho chorry. Very very chorry.
