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I try not to bring my work home, and I think that helps. You look healthy. No serious on-the-job injuries? I've been shot at a few times. Lucky so far.
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Were using nh the penthouse at the Plaza as our headquarters while were in the settlement, Phule said, scribbling quickly on a page in his notebook, which he tore off and tossed onto the chief's desk.
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