Prodded by this post, here's my attempt.
With my cut from the Miami run in hand – a supposedly untraceable combination of cash, crypto, and lint – I hit the return-to-hanger control on the ekranoplan and stepped into the apartment to finish the black sapote I'd picked up at the turn-around point.
Eh, it doesn't have to be good, it just has to sound good. Now it's your turn.
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