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Marta softened. She glanced at her supervisor, who was pacing the aisle with a clipboard, mouthing "wrap it up."
The old man on the other end fumbled. She heard a drawer open, the rustle of envelopes, a sigh. "It's not... I don't have it in front of me. My son gave it to me. For the trip." prepaid cards enquiry
Marta walked back to her desk, the fluorescent lights suddenly not so dim. The next call flashed: "Prepaid Cards Enquiry." Marta softened