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Two million, three hundred and fifty-seven thousand, one hundred and seven dollars,” Tack answered, I felt my jaw go slack, his white flash of a smile surrounded by his dark goatee dazedly hit some recess of my brain and he finished, “and twelve cents.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
Tack was still smiling when he dipped his head to my checkbook. “Think you can get that on one line, peaches?
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