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“You say that like having money is a bad thing.” “Money itself isn’t good or bad. It’s what you do with it that matters.” After a moment of silence, he says, “I take it you’ve never been poor.” He gets quiet after that, and so do I. We drive through the city lost in our own thoughts, until we come to the swanky part of town known as Buckhead. Mason says, “Left here. Follow it up four blocks, then make another left. I’ll direct you from there.” As we go, the houses get bigger and bigger and farther apart. Mason tells me which streets to turn on, until finally we’re idling in front of a massive stone wall interrupted by a wrought-iron gate so large and elaborate it could pass as the entrance to heaven. “Punch one-nine into that keypad.” Mason nods to the small black box on a stand on t
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