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and Associates. His name was on the door, and his mother never let anyone forget who paid for it.
Joel died on a Thursday evening, March 6th—cardiac arrest at his desk, hands still on his coffee mug. He was thirty-six years old.
I got the call while giving our daughter Tessa a bath. She was four, and she’d been telling me about a caterpillar she’d seen continue reading …
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