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Personal Narrative: An Interview With Scotty Regarding A Home
I spoke with Scotty regarding the home. He pleasantly introduced himself and provided his assistance. Scotty listened attentively and patiently to my questions. He paused to reference the property file and then informed me that the home was still available with no present offers. Scotty was friendly, but did not make an effort to build rapport. He asked questions to help understand my buyer's needs. Although Scotty provided information about the home he did not speak in an encouraging tone of voice. In general, I found him to be a polite and professional
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