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“You know that jerk that drives up the shoulder on the freeway, passing perhaps miles of cars stuck patiently in traffic, just knowing someone up there, eventually, will let him in? It’s the same thing! Someone always accommodates the pushy, petulant jerk! Someone always lets that guy with the silver Porsche Boxster in and the rest of us, stuck behind the guy letting him in, have to suffer. It’s the same with people all over. It only takes one sucker. One push-over to mess it up for the rest of us.”

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Y is for Fidelity

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