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Zakariya Basser. How time's change. I had been clubbing the night before. I had a really bad headache and I couldn't be bothered to go anywhere for the day. But, Chuckle wouldn't have any of it and he was shouting his head off awake me. "Luky! Come on, Saleh goes 8850s are going for a fiver!" Chuckle shouted. "O.K. keep your hear on bro'," I said, while getting myself to wake up. "Oh, I forgot you haven't got any hair." "Yeah, very funny! Well no wonder my hair fell out, I have to look out for you and keep looking like a million dollars. Never mind that, come on or I'm off with out you and you won't get a split of the money made by the profits made or should I say I make?" Chuckle replied. Chuckle and I, we're brothers and we live together. Our father died when we were little kids...

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