Joey and Jimmy Boy stared at each other, both wondering who would speak next. Finally, Jimmy Boy broke the silence. “I’m going to let my whiteness work for me. I’m just a brother in the cause who happens to be white. Think about it. Who in his right mind is ever going to send a white guy into a mosque undercover?”
Joey had little to no faith in this argument, but what else could he do.
Jimmy Boy strolled along Atlantic Avenue, searching for #195. He thought it would be easy to pick out an Arab bakery, but now he wasn’t so sure. The entire Avenue was lined with Arab coffee shops, groceries, restaurants, and music stores. Jimmy Boy was relieved to see the green awning clearly marked 195. The remainder of the sign read Da.m.ASCUS BREAD AND PASTRY SHOP.
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