I got a phone call that woke me up, maybe a half an hour ago, at 2:30, that prompted me to make a brief trip over to 72 Chestnut. As I drove over, I saw a sad figure in a black peacoat. I knew it instantly to be one of my former professors, Josh. He's sort of like the Grady Tripp to my James Leer. I rolled down my window and beckoned him in, drove
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