“You’re not yourself tonight,” my friend said, interrupting his gleeful tale of tribulation and setting down his pint. We were ensconced firmly in our corner of the pub, a regular Friday meeting place where we could solve the problems of the world, and wonder to the heavens if we would want to be in charge …
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