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The night was wild, black, throbbing, tense. A couple of hundred in advance were used to not thinking. Billy was at the wheel. We the type of Hester Street to Chinatown. When we reached the intersection with Mulberry Billy stood beside him and I slipped out of the car with the gun cutting nervous night. Before he could speak and was lying with his chest full of lead. Killing was easy in Little Italy. As we walked away I could see the thieves and whores, beggars and the manic, all those criminals out of their burrows stunted to rob the deli. We had time to get out away from there. Nobody called the cops until the poor fellow's clean.
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