Re: Marlboro cigarettes for $11.99 per 200 cigarettes. Delivery to USA & EUROPE

["Nick Markowitz Jr." <nick-markowitz@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Then you get this letter from your friendly state revenue dept. a year later
demanding payment of state ciggarette taxes on the booty as hapened here in
Pa. many people got letters demanding more than $2500.00 in back revenue
taxes.
<jim@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message news:909599C7.495212A3@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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