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“I wrote this,” Paul said with the pick in his hand, and proceeded to strum the guitar. He felt deeply moved by this song, “Mother Dear,” the introductory track to his self-titled album. “Mother dear, how I wish, you were here, how I wish, how I wish,” he sang, his voice acrobatic and trembling. Wh…

He decided to write to Steven, whose email he had from the cast list.

“Hey Steven, it’s Gitman from Chalk Circle here, long time. Just wanted to say that I’m really happy you made it. We had something going in Santa Fe, glad one of us got a break. Saw the show in Fort Myers and laughed my ass of…

“Well, if all else fails I can just become a realtor,” Maya chirped. He stopped wheeling the cart.

“Sorry?” he said.

“I’m kidding. I mean, maybe I will become a realtor, married with two kids in my twenties,” Maya said. “I can see it.”

“No, you will not,” Priscilla said. “You’re too talent…

One day, at Jim Wesson Jr.’s encouragement, Paul and a couple of the agents on his team set up a booth at a community fundraiser at a racquet club. It was vaguely environmental in purpose, raising money for wetland and mangrove preservation while being sponsored by several of the companies responsi…

We realized then that our decision was becoming more complicated. All the toolbars we were interviewing were more obnoxious than anyone tech. They were not smart, just articulate, mouth vectored, conventionally staffable. Wharton quants accredited by Brooks Brothers, displaying their lobbying aptit…