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      <title>A Mislaid Trap</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Wanda smiled brightly as she stepped from the elevator, greeting her husband&amp;rsquo;s secretary. &amp;ldquo;Agnes!&amp;rdquo; She beamed. &amp;ldquo;Long time no see!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Agnes looked up and gasped. &amp;ldquo;Mrs. Cartwright! What a pleasant surprise!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wanda shrugged. &amp;ldquo;They&amp;rsquo;re pulling asbestos out of the air vents in my office so suddenly I find myself with an afternoon off. I thought I&amp;rsquo;d surprise Harry. With our conflicting work schedules, we hardly ever see each other.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Agnes looked over her notes. &amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s at a meeting right now, but I think he&amp;rsquo;s free for lunch. He should be done in a half hour or so. Would you like to wait in his office?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Last Will and Testimony</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Barrister Humley&amp;rsquo;s voice droned on in a low, soothing baritone as he read slowly from the legal documents laid out on his desk. &amp;ldquo;I, Robert Wilkinson being of sound mind and&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Antoinette &amp;lsquo;Toni&amp;rsquo; Wilkinson threw her head back in tiered frustration. &amp;ldquo;Can we speed this up? We all know why were here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Humley peered over his spectacles. &amp;ldquo;Protocol must be complied with, Mrs Wilkinson. In accordance with your husband&amp;rsquo;s last wish&amp;hellip;.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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