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“Hasn’t that been stolen from you? Can you really go through your life without the fire, Mr. Loggins? Can you really live asleep?”

It is too much. Mr. Loggins is on his feet. “We are off the topic, and get back from my desk, you little scat!”

Tom Friedman smiles sleepily:

“Here,” he says.

He takes the hat by the brim. He lifts it off. He casually drops it on Mr. Loggins’ head.

“Straighten up, Mr. Loggins,” he smiles. “See the one thing. Become one thing. Wake up.”

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