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I just phoned up an ex-coworker, H.S., to ask if he'd like to go out with everyone tomorrow night. He can't because he's going to the Samoset Inn for golfing this weekend. It occures to me that working on the railroad must be a bit more profitable than feeling people up and searching through their dirty clothes.
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