[iiwusynth-devel] Re: your crrdit

[Hilaria Cartier]

D n ea j r H b om b e O u wn d er,

Your c b re m di a t doesn't matt n er to us!

If you O u WN k r m ea e l e y st h at n e and want
I n MM g EDIAT k E c f as t h to s h pen j d ANY way you like,
or simply wish to L q OW i ER your m t onthly pa s ym z ent u s
by a third or mor b e,
here are the d x ea l ls d we h q ave T k ODA t Y:

$ 49 b 0 , 00 v 0 a s s l g ow a y s 3 , 6 j 5 %
$ 3 j 70 , 00 s 0 a z s lo i w a r s 3 , 9 z 0 %
$ 4 c 90 , 0 m 00 a e s l a ow a l s 3 , 2 l 0 %
$ 25 z 0 , 00 y 0 a c s l e ow a q s 3 , 3 u 5 %
$ 2 h 00 , 00 o 0 a o s l s ow a v s 3 , 5 e 5 %

V c is w it ou k r s h it p e

Hilaria Cartier , A d ppr i ov m al M b ana m ge y r

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