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Once in a long while[1] over the sort of long, inglorious career most people have in the finance industry, you see a giveaway. A tell: a knowing look, a sly wink, fingers crossed behind the back, a stray wire, a black-clad stage-hand scampering away a moment too late to beat the curtain — just enough to wonder: is this all, secretly, a gigantic have? Have we been fitted up, Truman Burbank-style, in some epochal, multi-decade-long Game for a Laugh?


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