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My father slid the employment contract across the dining table before the soup had gone cold.
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My father slid the employment contract across the dining table before the soup had gone cold.
My father slid the employment contract across the dining table before the soup had gone cold.
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My father slid the employment contract across the dining table before the soup had gone cold.