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(HANOVER, N.H.) — I knew I liked this guy the moment I walked into the tiny convenience store. It was 2 a.m. near downtown Portland, and he was my bearish, meaty clerk. “How the hell are ya?” he bellowed, with a smile. “Welcome to 7-11.” That was the entirety of our interaction, but I’m still thinking about [...] Before I write anything else, I must write this: Thank you, Chuck. If it weren’t for you, I never would have got my trailer parked. I am completely in your debt. I wish I had gotten your e-mail address, but hopefully you’ll read this. I hope you and your son, Jonathan, weren’t too late [...] |
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