by Geoffrey Forman
“Mr. Haller, Ms. Barrett, if you’ll please follow me, I’ll show you our facilities,” the salesman encouraged tepidly as he beckoned with his hand – his hair disheveled, windblown – his suit quite lived in. “You can bring those brochures with you. They’re...
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