"One of my good friends was in the group; he explained very carefully to Ramon that now he had a chance to be a rich man if he played his cards right and that he, X, was prepared—for a reasonable percentage—to show him how to do it. “But we’re friends,” Ramon cried. “I’m not just in this for the money. We’re friends; we’re doing this together. I’m doing this for something that I feel here in my heart.”
“Friends,” X said in disgust. “Holy shit. Don’t talk like a child. Look, Prado, you’ll never get another chance like this if you live a thousand years. Now listen to me, Prado, for the sake of Christ. You take a knife and slice open your breast and pull out your heart and hold it in your hand and try to sell it, no? How much do you think you can get for your fucking heart?""
(Moritz Thomsen. The Farm On The River of Emeralds)
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