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in a cafe

Two men were unwinding after a tennis game, their cheeks flushed, rackets tucked under the table. They uttered phrases I was not accustomed to hearing: “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a small private plane up there?” and “You could always go to St. Moritz.” As they stood to go, I saw they’d left a lousy tip.



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