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Published: February 1st 2012
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It seems that everywhere I go in the world, I find myself adopted by older gentlemen. Something about me (I wish I knew what) draws them to me like flies to fly paper. They want to drive me around and show me things; they want to sit and eat papaya. Most of all, they want to talk – and I’m more than happy to listen. I consider myself lucky to be so oft in the presence of wisdom that surpasses ...
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