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terrible.
His clothes were wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and he walked with a limp from sleeping in a cramped seat.
But his anger was as fresh as ever.
“That’s enough!” he bellowed, pointing a shaking finger up at my balcony. “You do not talk about your sister’s business. You don’t know anything about finance.”
“I know that you sold your home for $620,continue reading …
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