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"Bank robbing!" Jesse gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth. "How much did Stein know? How did she think you were earning the money you brought home?" "The bank stuff was after Stein." "Oh." "She wasn't stupid," Demo continued. "She sort of figured out my line of business wasn’t exactly kosher. I loved her. I think she loved me. There's your answer." "What happened?" Jesse asked. "Stein knew a lot of people, I don't know if she knew them through their eyes or because she was making good money or because she got into drugs or what. At first her favorite was opium." "I've never heard of anybody taking opium nowadays," Jesse said, "I know some writers took opium, Poe, Baudelaire, De Quincy. But today?" "Yeah," Demo said. "I'd watch her preparing the gum over the flame, heating it up
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