At the entrance of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, four or five burly men squatted, chatting idly.
"If you ask me, let's just go in and drag him out! Why bother waiting here?" one of the men said, looking impatient. A smaller man, clearly the leader, dealt him a sharp blow to the head.
"Do you still think you're some hot-headed punk? How many times have we already been inside?" the leader scolded. "We’re civilized people now. We’re just here to have a little chat with that woman and get her to fix that foul mouth of hers. If you mess this up, the boys will make sure you regret it."
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