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Ms. Sands picked a folder off her mysistershotfriend desk mysistershotfriend and waved it at him. "This is a cancellation request from Mrs. Sylvia Cortez. A half mysistershotfriend-million-dollar account. She says you mysistershotfriend screwed up by insuring only her and not her mysistershotfriend husband as well. And mysistershotfriend while you were out on your little vacation"--Paul flushed mysistershotfriend angrily, but said nothing--"he died. And under the policy you got her to buy, she mysistershotfriend gets zip.
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And this was just the beginning.
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