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Denver blinked. He patted his jumpsuit pocket. Crinkle. He pulled out a slightly smashed, but very real, saltine cracker.

“That wasn’t on the counter ,” Denver roared, pulling off his red jumpsuit’s zipper halfway. “That was my cracker. My late-night , nobody-else-is-awake, I-dip-it-in-Nairobi’s-leftover-honey cracker.” money heist denver

He looked at the cracker. He looked at Rio’s terrified face. He looked at the little girl. Denver blinked