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NIGHTWORK the secret government of the United States meeting in a doughnut shop at 2:00 a.m. disguises killers as countergirls and busboys to guard the door and see that they are alone which done they begin singing and passing money around the room the more they sing the faster the money is handed around the quicker the money goes the louder the song soon they are dancing and flinging bundles of bills at each other the blinds are closed they sweat their arms ache their throats are sore but the song and dance go on till just before the first customers are expected stopping on their way to their shitty early morning jobs no one could like or really want to keep the blinds open dark figures shuffle away the killers are replaced by the real help and one sleepy guy coming in stumbles-- what luck!--on a pile of money
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