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[he regrets]

witnessing his despair was truly frightening because his default state was irrepressible optimism. but too many deals had gone wrong for him to bounce back this time. he talked about what a failure he was, how he had let me down, and he began making noises about seeking out an alternative career.

"bar-tending, perhaps," he said, prone in bed. "or beekeeping."

August 11, 2005 - 2:54 pm

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