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THANKS, BRANDON!
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randon stepped down, out of the truck.
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coolguy98
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had made the winning bid.  Brandon was
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coolguy98.
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"Payment," directed Plinth Mold.
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"No shit."
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Brandon swept his hand through the air, completing the transaction.
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Plinth nodded. Brief pause as the world changed hands.
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Nothing had changed.
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Everything had changed.
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Brandon toured the grounds.
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"Suggest some changes," demanded Brandon to his assistant, who was himself.  The arrangement was peculiar in that it had persisted through numerous staffing changes.  Some arrangements, it seemed, stood the test of time.
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Plinth examined Brandon's penmanship.  Excused himself without further comment.
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Brandon proceeded to implement his agenda.
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First item: Cleaning house.
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Things were going to change around here.
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