So I'm in the Starbucks in Davis Square, trying to write an essay on death ("Is anything worth dying for? Discuss.") when I noticed that the two men behind me were playing backgammon for money. I'd seen them at it when I got in; they were playing on a large, handsome set, with a board that can fold up and lock like a leather briefcase, chunky
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