He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. “Look, whatever your name is…”Benvolio Montague.”Right. Look, Benvolio, why don’t we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something.” He smile, thinking himself clever. “Come on, what do you say?”Benvolio raised an eyebrow. “I am begining to believe that you are insane.

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