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Secret Agent Man

So this morning I was on the phone with my insurance agent, who I've worked with for 16 years now. I'm talking with her about what a homeowner's policy would cost, in the event that Bonnie and I are able to buy our house.

The conversation got quite detailed an in depth, and James silently played his Nintendo DS while I was on the phone.

After I hung up he asked me, "Who was that?"

"My insurance agent."

His eyes went wide. "You have a secret agent? Cool!"

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