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It's going cold, so I drank up the courage to go out. Ran around with Abby(!) to too many places to count. Then Gab caught me at two. We talked about evolution--something someone at one point close to me, a steel wrench in my wheel, possibly the world, told me all pretentious white boys wax to her without fail--and we argued, and it was great. We talked about entrepreneurship, which is exactly what that is not, that is, talk. I have no doubt he's going to make a lot of money some day as a biotech mogul. And he's going to love his yachts and his summer houses and that's okay with me. What else could it be?