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“Remember in, like, fifth or sixth grade? I was starting to get really good at poker, and going home with lots of lunch money? I got to know the principal’s office really well. He always used to say to me: ‘How come you can’t be more like your brother, Peter?’ But you know what? I was alright with that. I had no problems with that because I was proud of you. And I was never envious of anything that you had. Until now.