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Life, like the boring drunk at the office party, keeps seeking you out, leaning on you, killing you with pointless yarns and laughing bad-breathed in your face at its own unfunny jokes.

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Glen Duncan
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: October 17
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Glen A. Duncan
Saul Black
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