"C'mon man, I need you on this!"
KG had been pleading for 20 minutes. I could feel myself drowning in his desperation.
"This is crazy, KG. How many hits you think we can score from robbing a goddamn convenience store??"
"Enough, man. Enough for now. We go in just before closing, they gonna have enough. They gotta have enough."
I could feel my resolve slipping. I hated to admit it - it hurt to admit it - but I needed it at much as he did. Stack had me, had taken me deeper than I could have imagined. I needed a hit - needed it bad.
"Alright man, alright KG - but we gotta do it clean, you hear me? We get in, we get out, we get the cash. We call Rabbit and we get sorted."
"We get stacked."
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