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If you would’ve told me year ago that I was going to be broke and penniless after my husband took everyone to the cleaners after he pulled off one of the biggest Ponzi schemes, leaving me a run down campground and a set of camper keys, before he escaped prison, and when the FBI came to the campground to see if I helped him escape, then the no good you-know-what floated up to the top of the lake in that campground, making me the number one suspect, I’d said you were lying.
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