Subject: client's details confirmation!

From: "BB&T" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2007 21:17:06 -0400 (EDT)

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"She pulled the key from her skirt pocket and pushed him even farther to the left, so that his nose pressed the sheets. He could hear the dim sound of a cow mooing. Yes, but be careful. Woe to the max. Paul sat tight and upright, a pulse beating rapidly in his scrawny throat. He would be a Republican of the sort who would no more put a bumper sticker on his car than he would put a pair of pointy-toed Italian shoes on his feet; he must also be some sort of town official, and here on town business, because it was only on town business that a man like this and a reclusive woman like Annie Wilkes would have occasion to meet. When he woke up Annie was shaking him and bright morning sun was slanting in the window — the snow had ended. cultivable