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[TRANSCRIPT]
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Hey, Birdie. I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Not that you need to talk to me every single day, but I’m still waiting for you to explain the whole “betrayed your job” thing.
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I hope I didn’t scare you off by putting certain topics off limits. But I promise, we’ve got other things to talk about. Uh, like, um…
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Okay, how about this—I’ll tell you about how Pete and I met, how about that. I told you how Harry and I met and this is, um…well, this is actually a nice story, strangely
Um, Pete had been working in the art and antiquity racket for a while—I don’t know how he got into it, but he was good at it. Really understood museums and security systems and always seemed to have a line on which rich art collectors would be out of town when and—
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Well, anyway, he’d been doing it for a long time. But every now and then, the gap between jobs would stretch a little too long for comfort. For as much as there were feast times, there were plenty of famine times too. So he’d have to dip down into less…prestigious jobs.
That’s how I first heard about him—I’d had my eye on a couple of Park Avenue apartments with these great big jewelry collections, and Pete beats me to one of them. And let me tell you, I was not happy.
I was in a famine period myself—one that had lasted for a while. So when I got wind that he’d scooped me, I was mad mad. And, of course, there’s nothing I can do—I’m twenty two and broke and trying to make my way in the world, but then I realized, Pete may have gotten there first, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t take something from Pete. You know what they say, there’s no honor among—
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Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this story. I don’t want to put another topic off-limits, and I’ve already told you plenty that’s incriminating, but these are still public airwaves that anyone could be tuning in and I don’t know if I should still be paranoid—
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I’ll come up with something else. Another fun story, okay? And you just get back to me when you can.
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