Sitting down
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Miranda started tapping her fingers on the desk to add tension. But the notary was unfazed by her impatience. He cleared his throat and started. The notary carefully retrieved a singular, thin envelope from the drawer. He eyed Miranda and saw her confused face. “Is that all?” Miranda asked. The notary nodded as he ran his finger through the seal that held the envelope closed. What could be in there? Miranda was getting nervous.
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