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He does roads. He was clearing half a million a month in three-month increments in Afghanistan. He was visiting the north coast looking for a rare type of trillium. He'd once had a short story published in the New Yorker. What went wrong? He said he'd found you just couldn't have any scruples and still make money in this world. Just no way. He paid for our meal.
31 July 2008
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