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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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“Make sure he has his pen ready, Martha,” Robert said. “We want to lock this in before the market shifts.”

I hung up the receiver without saying goodbye and turned back to the yellow pad.

“He is coming at seven,” Sarah said, her face pale.

“Then we have exactly three hours before I need to meet Arthur Vance at the law office,” I said.

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