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A Nasty Breakup
I’d been trying for weeks to get a date with Gail. She was going into senior year at Colgate and acted like a high school girl who didn’t want to date a guy who was behind her in school. Tall, cool and collected, doing her intern job well and not into socializing with the other interns, of whom I was one. We were at happy hour in a small park near the office. The senior execs treated everyone to free beer on Fridays, and you were expected to be there. A chance to meet and greet, they said, in...