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... the victim, his family's agricultural exports had indeed been sanctioned by Britain. Wasn't this a sacrifice for the nation? While his family suffered massive losses, the Yankees whined over trivial setbacks. *You're poor, so you're right?* Unless starving, their complaints held no weight.

"I'm aware of the Sheffield family's losses through Anglo-American Oil, but via German-American Oil, I also know you've successfully breached the German market, securing long-term partnerships," said ...

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