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SNOWSTORM

number was in the busted dealer's phone, and many people knew they were old friends, so he braced for a bang on our door.

For two days, I just wait for the police to come to my house. I have some smoking papers, you know, so I clean everything and then I was ready for them, but this time I feel so comfortable. I say, 'They cannot fuck me, I don't have anything to do with this shit.' My girlfriend was freaking out; she regrets to be with me, because I have this kind of friend. She near to leave me. 'I have a kid, soon the police gonna come here, better I move.' I say, 'Do what you want. It's me - you think I'm doing something with this guy?' 'No, I'm sure you don't.' 'Then shut up, be quiet, nothing is going to happen, wait and see.'

So, are you a little bit worried?

Actually no, I don't have anything to do with this shit. Since the day he get this problem, everybody called me saying, 'Oh, be careful, be careful.' I say, 'Careful of what, man? I don't have anything to do with this shit.' It's a funny feeling, because I've been so much closer, this one is so far away. I'm not scared at all. I sleep like a baby, I eat like a horse. I don't give a shit, because I know this time I did the right thing. I don't give a chance for them to involve me.

- Rafael

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The day before the bust, the Brazilian dealer had gone to Rafael's house and asked him to make a few calls to help him sell a kilo of snow due on the island the next day.

He comes to my house with his girlfriend and says, 'Oh, tomorrow I'm going to get this shit, 1 kilo, it's already in Hong Kong.'

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