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Sweet Nectar

One man attends the funeral for a slain police officer, murdered while simply doing his job, a routine traffic stop, for Christ sake! The other man attends a glitzy star-studded fundraiser filled with wealthy elite, whose gold-plated plans are kept secret behind the scenes, hidden from lesser folk, who can't know and would not understand, it tastes good when shoved down the throat; becoming a sweet nectar--life will be easier when fools own nothing and are happy.

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