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Five weeks…
"Uh, Mr. Sir…" Spinelli tentatively approached the former mob boss. A provisional truce had been called between the two, well, more accurately on Sonny's part somewhere around week three. The line he'd drawn had been long ago erased by the incoming and outgoing tides.
"If you'll allow the Jackal," Spinelli spoke softly as he took the coconut from Sonny who gave it over to him grudgingly. He'd been working at opening the damn thing for the past hour and hadn't made much leeway with it. He looked over at Spinelli's pile of coconuts and shook his head. How had the skinny freak managed to shuck and crack open five coconuts in the time it had taken him to merely put a dent in one?
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