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Post by Celia on Apr 20, 2006 7:44:15 GMT
You walk into a room as an old man smiles wearily up at you. He is old and tired and wishes he could retire, but he has to feed his grandchildren. His eyes light up when he see's you. "You must be in need of a townhouse", he begins, sitting back in her chair. "You might be starting a family. A job. Your life is just begginning". He passes you the form and smiles.
Name:
Preference of kind of townhouse:
Price limit:
extras you might want:
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