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At the end of the semester, Hog Farm came to the campus and set up a carnival on the baseball field.
The investment business is one of those worlds where the opposite of what is being said is usually true.
We mounted the bus as we always did, sliding into our assigned places. Seating was stratified, the farther back, the more superior one’s status. I was usually able to get pretty far back, but not so far back as to be anywhere near the ninth-grade girls.