On my way home from dinner with a friend the other night -- 22-ounce rib-eye, potato skins, tall beer, pure gastronomic bliss -- I called my wife and said, "We need to negotiate."
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An Economy of Scales
Posted by Ruslan Abuzant at 9:48 AM
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