December 2009
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Picking (Up) Winners Without Placing a Bet →
Charlie ran away from home during a blizzard that turned the night into a black and white cocoon. Everything felt far away and the short walk to the subway station seemed to last an eternity, its completion a much deserved period at the end of a run-on sentence which wound its way around his thoughts. Charlie’s mind was reeling, the argument with his father repeating itself and producing alternate...