in a stack of economics textbooks. My friends, a group of footb

quarterback, asked, nudging the book wi

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ace. He was a good man, my father, but his world revolv

ersons, right? They've got a brilliant little tech startup, but they need a

ed. I knew what

ous to my internal panic. "It's a huge opportunity for our fa

heir daughter, Jocelyn, is your age. She's a remarkable girl. Top of her cla

fortune on a diamond necklace for her, hoping to impress the brilliant, beautiful Jocelyn

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n't interested. I would be the opposit

the gift I'd bought for Jocelyn. It was a stack of vintage board games-the nerdy, c

e pile. "What is this,

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