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Every year in September, I remember Neil Wester. We weren’t best friends, but we were close. As fraternity brothers, we ate together, partied with one another, studied side by side and lived just down the hall from each other. I guess I envied him a little because of his athletic ability. He was on the varsity baseball team at North Carolina and was a star intramural player in other sports. Strong-bodied and ...
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