It’s hard for a reason. We make good money around here selling contact information to the CIA, potential subversives, you know. People’s livelihoods depend on it. Like those guys in the black van outside your door at the moment. Could you do a favor? The crewcut guy with the binoculars is named Bob. His wife wants him to pick up the dry cleaning on the way home. Oh, and tell him she wants him to pick up a gallon of milk, too. Thanks.
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