The pile of cash sat on the table, mostly neatly stacked except for a few bills that fluttered when he opened his apartment door for the fried chicken delivery.
The owner of the chain of dental clinics for whom he wrote the jingle had been sentenced to double life, the clinics renamed, rebranded.
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