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Sep 15, 2018
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Diet Coke Dealer forgot that we had made plans to hang out on Labor Day, my saddest day of every year as I return from my San Diego vacation. I asked him to call me instead, and he said he would after dinner with his mom, but he never did. I didn’t hear from him at all that week. I called him that Friday night, and he didn’t answer that or the follow-up…

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