So as I am writing this on my Blackberry, I'm sitting in a little diner somewhere off Jimmy Carter Blvd, waiting out the hell hail and rain and nasty, nasty traffic. It's dark now, the lights seem to fracture as they enter my eyes. We're tired, hungry, and I'm calming my nerves with a large glass of sweet tea. It's only slightly sweet, but I don't
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