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class treasurer -- or else. I won the office. What’s more, nobody bothered me in high school because of their protection

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I just finished binge watching Sopranos. It reminds me of my days in Newark as a boy, although not quite in Tony’s neighborhood. I can say this about the children of mafia soldiers: they can be tough, like their fathers, but once they think you’re a stand-up guy, you have solid friends. They gave me a hard time when I arrived at their school at the tail end of 7th grade. By the start of 8th grade, they wanted to make me class president. I turned down their offer, including another one for VP; they didn’t offer class secretary, since that was “girl’s job.” In exchange they offered

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Snitches be snitching

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Why write that with chatgpt?

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