A guy with A drink at a lawn party last summer says to me: "Whoa! You'll never catch me typing out my credit card number onto a freaking Web page!" A few months zip by, and I bump into the guy again. It's as if we were having the same cocktail chat, and the mint julep had never left his hand. But now he boasts: "Let me tell you about the Civil War bayonet I bought for a song on Ebay."
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