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CHAPTER 5C GANGSTER BARBY Q 'Cool up there?' Enquired Poody, eyeing the derelict building up the street. 'Yeh you know George Cool gonna be in the front of evrythin.' They closed their windows tight, Poody parked and he and Szgabu walked up to a detail of men by the entrance of an antique apartment... Sign in to see full entry.