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ne, a lawn chair under the on

burgers, a little too much swagger for

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t. He gave me

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he LLC, Grandma Helen' s

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d helped his brother out of that little jam last ye

iled ventures. And Dad had "helped" using the money he' d saved

in her praise. He would

over to U

to talk about Thompso

e, spatula in hand. "B

er than I intended. "There are u

ne. "It's just paperwork, kid. Do

edit. I could lose my

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red from

rodded by a sharp lo

voice low. "Don't make

name fraudul

Rick said, stepping closer. "

'd be an officer or

ded. "Just let it go for

. "Michael, your uncle is trying to build something. You sho

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ather. He wouldn

and cold, sett