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... dress Oswald had given him, arriving at a small workshop that produced drugs instead of medicine or clothing.
The addictive narcotics produced here disgusted Chris. Even robbery seemed more honorable than peddling this life-ruining crap.
All Chris wanted right now was to hurry up and finish this mission, then go back to sleep and rest. There was still a lingering sense of guilt for screwing his friend's mother, and it would take some time for that emotion to fade.
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