I showed my business plan to my father, you know, the one I spent *years* building, and he looked at me, this man who taught me how to read balance sheets before I was ten, and he just asked, "Do I know you?" — I suppose that's what happens when you spend half a century avoiding all of the things that make you… *you*, isn't it? A sort of self-induced identity erosion, perhaps.
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