Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. I'm in Florence, Italy, and Steve Schmidt is two beds away from me, snoring. But his snoring is not common, and the other two guys, at almost two AM, are gone, and may not
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