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I felt like an i***t. Tomorrow I was going to have a sit down with one of the area’s most violent gangsters, and I was more nervous about dinner with a woman tonight. Then again, I wasn’t about to try and fool myself into thinking this was just some dinner with any ordinary woman. This was Cricket, and we had some serious s**t to talk about. I knew everything I needed to tell her, but had no idea what I was gonna say, which was probably bad news for me, considering how bad I’d screwed things up last time we’d spoken.
I was so hellbent on making a good impression tonight, I’d even worn a jacket and tie. Of course, I hadn’t packed any nice clothes, not that I had many in my wardrobe anyway, so I had to hit a*****e, with minutes left to change before we were set to meet. I felt like
