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let me tell you
your fortune dead by 32 pack up like sardine in crush tin box after years of waiting nothing came and as your life flashed before your eyes you realize you were looking in the wrong place. bound on your knees who can we contact? who is executor of your estate?
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Another page from the same period is very similar to the one above:
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packt up like sardine in crush tin box after years of waiting nothing came and as your life flashed before your eyes you realize you were looking in the wrong place. now of your life now yoour dead
who can we contact? who is executor of your estate?
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