"Do you intend to pay me?" he said smiling from a wooden chair in the center of the room. Half-way out the door, I mulled the question over in my mind. The last hour had been so personal and effective that it seemed to surpass being something I could pay for. Its value was beyond monetary. Of course, I had to and wanted to. Anthony Abeson's time is certainly worth every penny.
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