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I remember when I lived in a Frat house in college, a local concrete vendor tried to strong-arm us into buying product. A truck showed up and unstacked several packages of quick-crete, claiming someone in the house had ordered it. Nobody had. We wouldn't pay the bill and they threatened to sue, etc.
Luckily, an alum from our house was an attorney and made them go away very, very quickly. The quick-crete sat out in the rain and became hard. They were made to come pick it up.
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