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