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Knowing Everything

The foiled kidnapping attempt in Morocco left Martin rattled. His rescuer, Yeshaya, led him down an alley to a tiny restaurant. Sipping tea Martin said, “Why is the Mossad watching over me?” Yeshaya said, “The CIA asked us to help. … Continue reading

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Jones

I live in a rough part of town. I’m not kidding, it’s really bad. There’s so many muggers here the muggers mug muggers. See what I’m saying? The police won’t even enter the 64th Street barrio in anything less than … Continue reading

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