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Apr 15, 2008 15:55



I cannot believe I'm covering for Dolohov. I cannot believe I am. But I trust him on this, believe it or not. I suppose, in a sense, I did exactly the same thing, even if it was that my wife was (and still is, I point out) fucking ill. So here goes.

Not to mention, he owes me one.



Here's the deal. I cover for you, you have three days, no more, no less. You keep quiet about Dearborn, I'll tell them you are doing something for me, and to lay off.

And then you're in on my next little plan, as you're fully aware. No questions asked, no more pulling out, understand?



Leave Dolohov. He's doing something for me for the next few days. It was supposed to be kept very, very quiet, but because you're too nosey for your own good, I've had to tell you that he's doing it. I'm not disclosing any more information, though, as I've been instructed not to.

Basically, no questions asked, no questions answered. Leave him alone.

Sigh.
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