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when they called the restaurant?”
Noah was at the kids’ table with his tablet, but he glanced back when he heard my name in that tone.
Mom sighed. “This is exactly what we didn’t want. You making a scene.”
“Send me the buyer’s order,” I said. “Interest rate, total price, term. I want all of it in writing.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s in the truck.continue reading …
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