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Why wasn’t I born rich? I mean, I really could get used to the good life. There I was, sitting on the beach in Nice, Mediterranean sun beating down, sipping an Orangina. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job but I live for vacations. What the hell, I worked hard for this trip. Three years of Law School and two years busting my ass as an associate for a Big Boston Firm, hell, if you went by my billable hours I compressed three and a half years of work into those two years!

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