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He opens his hand, and there's this little plastic bag of powder. White powder. He reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a short straw. "Voila," he says. "Care for a toot?"
I stare at the cocaine, and while part of my brain wants to say, "No, jerk, get out," another voice inside me is saying, "Why not?"
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"So, do we have a deal?" Mr. Evans asked.
"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath.
"I don't understand," Mr. Evans said.
"The whole thing is unbelievable. First you try to threaten me. Then you try to bribe me. And now you do the two together, trying to bribe me and threatening me if I don't take the bribe."
"I don't like to think of it in those terms," he said.
