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I breathe without pain for the first time in months. My head feels clear. I can hear the voices around me. My mother is crying. I know now I have recovered, but I don't know what I have recovered from.
He was the wealthiest man in New York.
It was factually incorrect, but he was wealthy enough that he could say things like that and have a half-dozen "yes" men agree with him.
He wasn't that wealthy New York man. He was a lot more nuanced than that. A lot more ethical.
But his feet were still in the mud. He wasn't good.
The room is 10 feet by 10 feet, wood paneling. A man who looks like a deflated balloon greets her. His hands are slimy.
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