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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.
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.
He sat imagining a gate for a faraway city in the Saudi Arabian desert, taking some blocks of foam and crumpled yellow tracing paper, perhaps looking for the diaphanous quality of chain link.