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After copy past i got the margins issue, so that i used (^p and replace all) option my issue resolved but after that i faced the two or three words are mixing with each other like (theday will bebeautiful) so how can i solve this problem. please guide.
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8/22/2022 - Mon

What is it that you are copying? It sounds as if the problem is with the original text. Can you post a non-confidential sample or some other way that is can be tested, please?
Dev Verma

I am unable to arrange the sample for you. but i would like to inform you that
1. I copied it from pdf and paste it in word file.
2. i got the issue in margins (whole space was empty on paper) and i wanted to use full space so that less number of pages i can used at the time of printing.
3. there is a option in replace in word (i click on replace option then typed  ^P then replace all) my problem solved.
4. But i got the new problem

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