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He sat, with all the aplomb of a man crafting the Gettysburg Address, hunched over a loose sheet torn from a notebook. The weekend was to have rules. The first one, “have fun.” Years had hardened his body into a man’s. Present also in the right middle seat of row 9 were the deliberate procedural maneuvers of an attorney’s mind as he crafted his six item outline. Business being set aside for the moment, he joined the rest of the plane’s human cargo in loose slumber. Las Vegas would float beneath them all soon enough.